2. Even If the Marrow is Barren of Promises
A gentle breeze flowed through the Promised Land. The flowers swayed in the wind as if they were dancing. Jessie's brown hair flowed around her. She remembered when it was shorter, but she had grown it out because Cloud said it would look nice, He was right, of course.
Jessie smiled. Cloud, she missed him dearly. She missed him and Beth; they were her world. She missed holding her little girl while Cloud held both of them. She missed seeing their sky blue eyes as they begged her to make them hot chocolate.
Jessie wrapped her arms around herself. Sweet Gaia, she missed them. Being away from them, it felt like her heart was being ripped in two with someone's bare hands. She knew Tifa would watch over them, but she longed to be the one comforting them.
Jessie opened her sage green eyes and looked around. Aerith sat, tending to the delicate flowers that she had just planted. Her mother sat peacefully under and oak tree reading her favorite book. It was like they didn't know they were dead! Jessie looked down at the white hardback book in her lap. It had originally been a gift from Genesis for her birthday. There was one line that stud out from the passage more then the others:
"Even if the marrow is barren of promises,
nothing will forestall my return."
It was that one part that always raised her hopes. She decided she would follow that line. A ruffle of feather s sounded beside her. Jessie looked over at her companion, which was a young phoenix. A thought formed in her head.
"I have a mission for you, my friend…"