It's my 50th story posted on my page here! Like wow I cannot believe how many stories I have made now. But this is a big one I have been waiting to write for a while.

*Quick note, this is a FF7 story but cameo characters from other FF games are within this.

Prologue

The day that the winged people showed up, was the day that everything started to change. The winged kind started to show up without any reason, and they couldn't even understand or explain themselves. It never made sense anyways how they showed up in the first place. Even though many people had looked into it, the reasoning or logic of how the winged kind existed was far from any logical explanation. All they knew were a few basic things about them after all the years since they first started to show up.

The first thing being that the winged kind were born every seven years. Why seven? Another unexplained question. But it was in fact seven, and somehow that was truly the most important number for the winged kind, yet no one could find a way to explain it yet.

So with every seven years, winged ones were born and there were seven born each time. While it was not a large amount of this new kind appearing out of the blue, it was something small but manageable.

At first people marveled at the winged kind. They were unlike anything else ever seen before for they didn't have two wings… they had one wing. One wing on either the right or left side and each wing was different from the next. From the colors to the style and shape of the wing, everyone had their own kind, and it only made these winged people even more mysterious. At the beginning, they were seen as angelic deities, something people could look up to.

But like with anything new and mysterious, rumors are spread. The winged people never caused much trouble, but word passed around just what kind of creatures or monsters these people truly could be. They soon started to wonder how someone with only one wing could fly so perfectly. What was once a thought of angelic beings turned to demonic monsters. All of that fear and doubt fled to everyone's mind and soon opinions were shifted.

Within several more years people wanted to do something about it. There was still the growing fear rising up within humans and the winged kind was something to be feared in their eyes. The fear that these winged creatures were monsters and that they shouldn't exist. No one wanted to take any chances so certain measures were taken and soon the winged kind were being captured left and right.

Now an elite group of humans holds the winged kind in a facility hidden away from the rest of the world. Anytime that new winged children are revealed, they make sure to find them and bring them in. Because of the fear that the humans have there is usually little to no opposition to the children being taken away.

Now at the facility, the winged kind wait to see the new children brought in. They know that only days ago the day came about where seven children would be revealed as winged kind. They only had to wait long enough for the humans who ran the facility to go out and capture the new children. It was nothing new to them at this point, everything was how it had been for them for years now, but what would happen on this day for the new children was not what they expected. Something new would be there that had never happened before and it would be the change of everything.

The winged people sat around the main commons area, many of them talking to one another. They were all waiting… waiting for the speakers to come on and announce that the children had been found. It wouldn't be too much longer now for what they could figure. It usually only took a couple of days for the children to be captured and brought to the facility.

Sure enough the speakers clicked on. The cold and cruel sounding voice belonged to none other than the man who ran the place; Hojo. "Good morning to all you winged ones. You should be happy to know we have finally gotten more of your wretched kind. Though two have managed to elude us, we will get them in time. But in the meantime take in the other five as you always do."

The speaker clicked off and a door opened. Men dressed in heavy body armor marched in, each carrying guns, ready to fire at a moment's notice of any problems. In each of their free hands they gripped a young child's wrist. Before even coming to the center of the room they tossed the children careless forward and left without a word.

Now that it was only the winged kind left in the room, all eyes fell to the pile of five small children. They all huddled together, sniffling and whining softly. Each of them had blankets wrapped around them, covering up their wings that now were probably showing.

When a winged one first is revealed, they can't control how to hide their wing. All of the older winged ones knew that it would take some time for the young ones to figure out how to do that, but for the meantime they would just have their wings showing.

Slowly the children raised up their heads to look where they were. All of them having big wide eyes full of fear, not knowing or understanding what had happened. Right away a young woman stepped forward, she had long straight black hair and brown eyes.

"Hello little ones," she said speaking as softly as she could. "My name's Rinoa. I know you are probably very scared right now, but you can trust us. We're like you."

All of the little children looked at her with wide, now curious, eyes. They waited a moment before she smiled at them. "We all have wings, just like you."

In the blink of an eye a light whitish-yellow wing appeared on Rinoa's left side. The little children gasped and let out soft awe sounds as they looked at her pretty feathered wing.

"So you see? There is nothing to be afraid of. So how about you tell us who you are, we are all very curious."

The children looked to one another before looking back at Rinoa. Then they all looked around to the rest of the people that stood in the room. Slowly one of the children stood up first, a boy with medium length, light blond hair that was slightly windswept. He had fair light skin and teal eyes.

"Um… m-my name is Tyler," the boy said, speaking quietly.

Rinoa smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Tyler. Can we see your wing?"

Tyler nodded before taking off the blanket covering his back, revealing a medium grey wing that was on his right side. Soon after he did that a girl with long, semi-spiky blackish blue hair stood up. Her skin was a bit more pale but she had deep green eyes that stood out.

Without a word she took off her blanket showing her ash grey wing that was on her left side. "Mizari…" her voice was far more quiet than Tyler's had been, her eyes averted looking to the floor.

Rinoa greeted her just like before and looked to the remaining three children who still looked rather scared and uncertain. Rinoa knelt down, getting closer to all of them. "I know you all must be afraid. But we are all like you and we understand. We only want to help and take care of all of you."

Right away the next child nodded, a girl with straight black hair. Her hair was long with her bangs falling in front of her face, nearly covering her blue eyes. It took her a moment before she stood up and dropped the blanket. Her wing was on her right side and was steel grey, though the tips were much more white than the rest. "I'm Skyler."

Rinoa smiled once more. It seemed that the children all were far more quiet than the last ones seven years ago. But either way she made sure she was doing what she could to try and ease them. All of the others were just watching as she spoke to the children, seeing her as the best one to try and comfort them.

The second to last child now stood up to join the others. She had big blue eyes and short, dark brown hair with some feasible noticeable red highlights. "My name's Luna." Her wing was on her left side and was a pencil grey shade.

Now all that was left was one little boy with spiky, golden blond hair. His eyes were big and blue and the fear had not left them since he was brought here. He wrapped the blanket around him tightly, not budging an inch.

"It's okay, I said it before, you don't need to be afraid. Can you tell us your name?" Rinoa asked as she moved a bit closer to the last child.

The little blond muttered something under his breath, far too quiet to be heard.

"Can you say that again? I couldn't hear you."

"C-Cloud…" the boy said, raising his voice a little louder.

"Cloud, it's nice to meet you. You think you can show us your wing now?"

Cloud shook his head, pulling the blanket tighter around himself.

"You don't have to be afraid. Like I said, we all have a wing here. There is nothing to be ashamed about."

Cloud looked to Rinoa and then to the other people in the room. All of them nodding and some even giving friendly smiles. Slowly Cloud stood up, standing near the other children. After a moment he sighed and finally dropped the blanket.

At that moment everyone in the room let out a gasp and faint murmurs to one another. Cloud's wing was not a feathered wing like the rest of theirs. His wing, that was on his left side, was black and sleek with no feathers at all. The shape of it was far more angular too. It was the complete opposite of an angelic wing… it looked like a demonic wing instead.

"What kind of wing is that?"

"Never seen one like that before."

"Could it be some kind of bad omen?"

"So many years and never before have we had a wing like that before."

Cloud whimpered as he overheard the whispers coming from the others in the room. He went to pick up his blanket again and wrapped it around himself. He tried his best to hold in his emotions, but he had never felt so scared before in his life.

Suddenly a new voice spoke up. "Why are all of you speaking about him like he is some kind of monster?"

Cloud looked up to see a young teenager walking towards him. His hair was long and a rather unique color of silver. His hair reached past his shoulders, with some of it falling in front of his face. His eyes were a light green and were sharp and direct. He took a few more steps forward until he was standing right next to Cloud.

"Why should his style of wing make any difference? After all these years you choose to suddenly turn against one of our own? None of you outcast me or Genesis for having a black wing, yet we are the only two here like that. You do not ostracize Angeal for his wing, even though it is far more uniquely shaped the all of the rest. To outcast this boy based on what his wing looks like makes you no better than the humans who look down on us with disgust."

All of the people in the room stared, their eyes starting to look remorseful in the next minute.

"We're sorry. But there has just never been a wing like his before," one of the people said.

"And? Your point? It could just mean our kind is evolving. New wing styles could be showing up before we know it, and this boy… Cloud, he could be the start of it."

Others nodded in agreement and soon enough all the tension that was in the air from before was gone. Cloud sighed with relief, but he could not take his eyes off the boy who had stood up for him.

Without a word though he started to walk off, and right away Cloud followed behind him, wondering where he was going. A moment later he looked to his side and stared down at Cloud. "Why are you following me? You should stay back with the others. One of the adults will come forth and take you in."

"Why?" Cloud asked curiously.

"Because that is what we do here. When new children are brought in, the older ones step up to take in and raise them. After all, you still are only little children and you need an adult to take care of you."

"Why not you though?"

The silver haired boy snorted. "I'm only 14, I am not qualified to take care of anyone."

"But you stood up for me. Can't I stay with you?" Cloud asked as he reached forward to grab onto the older boy's hand. "What's your name? You haven't said yet."

The older boy stopped and stared down at Cloud, visible confusing in his eyes. Right away he yanked away his hand from Cloud while the look in his eyes dissipated a moment later. "Sephiroth."

"Sephiroth," Cloud repeated. He then smiled. "So can I stay with you? Please? Pleeeease?"

Again Sephiroth looked very confused at Cloud. He blinked slowly before giving his answer. "No."

He started to walk away again but Cloud grabbed onto his hand once more. "Please Sephiroth? I bet you can do it. I'll be good and we can be friends! Please?"

"I suppose you are not going to give up on this?"

Cloud grinned widely. "Nope!"

Sephiroth let out a long sigh. "Fine, I guess there is no way I can deter you away. I won't have any idea what I am doing though."

"Yay!" Cloud suddenly wrapped his arms around Sephiroth, giving him a tight hug.

"But one thing…" Sephiroth pulled away from Cloud. "You must stop with all the grabbing and hugs."

"But why?"

"I am not partial to such things."

"Why?"

Sephiroth sighed before he started walking again. "Don't ask so many questions either. I don't care to answer them all."

Cloud frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand Sephiroth, but he was happy that he let him tag along. He still had no idea where he was and that still did scare him a little, but apparently everyone had wings here. He wasn't alone and he found himself very curious about Sephiroth and the others. Though he knew he would have to find a way to get Sephiroth to answer the questions later. One way or another he would figure out how to get him to answer.

So yes there are some minor OCs just cause i needed spots to be filled. But the OCs are from my friends.

Tyler belongs to tmart.x13
Luna belongs to Luna Lillyth
Skyler belongs to Holden Skyler
Mizari belongs to TheDeadGirlRisen

Either way this story's main focus is on Cloud and Sephiroth. Hope you all enjoyed the start!