I just have been in a mood lately to make and post more... it's just what hits me in the moment but I am still working on my other stories don't worry! Anyways this came as a absurd random thought, but I hope you enjoy.

"Cloud, you need to stop getting into so many fights."

Cloud pouted as he let his mother wash the dirt off his face. He didn't say anything though, knowing his mother had more to scold him on.

"You could get into serious trouble if you keep this up, or worse get more than just a few bruises."

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Cloud finally cut in, raising his voice slightly. "It was those other boys, they just wouldn't leave me alone."

"But you still fought them, didn't you?"

"Yeah but they started it."

"Cloud."

"Who cares if I fight them or not!" Cloud shouted. "They'll still pick on me and push me around and nobody cares!"

"Cloud, do not take that tone with me," his mother said, trying her best to remain calm but serious. "Please, you can't keep getting into fights like this. What would your father say?"

Cloud scrunched up his nose. "Well maybe if he were here it would matter."

"Cloud Strife!"

Now he had done it. He had made his mother use his full name. Sighing, he lowered his head, feeling bad that he had made his kind and caring mother yell at him. "Sorry…"

Placing a hand on his face, his mother looking at him with deep and gentle eyes again. "Cloud… I know it is hard to understand, but your father would be here if he could."

"Well why can't he? What's so important that he can't be here for us?"

His mother sighed, averting her eyes away. "Maybe one day you will be old enough to understand."

"But I'm 10-years-old now! Why can't I know? What makes it hard to understand?"

"It just is. That's as much as I can explain for now. So please Cloud, promise me you will try and be good?"

Cloud sighed, slumping his shoulders. "Yeah… I'll try."

That night Cloud just couldn't seem to fall asleep. He had tossed and turned countless times but nothing helped.

Sighing, he got up and went to his window, pulling back the curtains to stare at the night sky. He stared up at the stars hoping that maybe that could make him drowsy, but he highly doubted it.

"Cloud."

Cloud nearly jumped, turning around quickly. "Huh?"

There was no one in his room besides himself… so who was that? Or maybe did he just imagine it. Maybe he was sleepier than he realized.

"Cloud, follow my voice."

Cloud had no idea what to think. It was a deep voice that he was unfamiliar with… yet he didn't feel afraid. There was something about it… it made him curious.

Carefully he made his way downstairs and out the door, trying his best to not make a sound. He had no idea where he was going though. The voice had said to follow him, but he didn't even know where to follow.

"Um… hello?" Cloud whispered softly to the night air. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"This way."

Right away Cloud followed the sound of the voice. He didn't even pay attention to where he was going at this point. All he wanted to know now was about the voice and why it wanted to have him follow.

Eventually Cloud had to stop to catch his breath. When he finally looked to see where he was, he realized that he wandered much farther than he thought. He was up in the forest now outside of town, just past the old mansion.

"What… how did I get all the way out here…?"

Suddenly a sound of trees rustling distracted him. He turned to see that someone was walking towards him. His instinct told him to run for it, but he stayed frozen in place as the figure came into view.

He almost couldn't believe his eyes. If he wasn't dreaming at this point he didn't know what to think. But right now he saw what was before him… and it was something he never expected to see any time soon.

It was the god Odin.

But that just didn't make any sense. "How… is someone out there messing around with me? How did they get an Odin summon? Why would someone do this?"

Cloud stared up at the large god before him as his thoughts ran through his head. He could not take his eyes off the demonic looking god that wore knights armor with a helmet that had horns reaching out several inches. No matter what Cloud did he could not take his eyes off of him or the horse that he sat up on.

"Cloud," the god said, speaking in a low, deep voice.

Cloud straightened up. How did the god know his name? How was he even speaking? Summons didn't speak. They were just summons after all. Artificially created things used for battle.

But then again… summons were based on the legends of gods and goddess themselves. But… if he really heard him speaking… then could it really be the actual Odin? And he somehow knew Cloud's name?

Maybe that last one was a foolish question to think… he was a god after all. Gods should be able to know all that stuff. After a moment Cloud realized that staying quiet in the presence of a god was probably a bad idea, especially if it really was the real thing.

Finally finding his voice he spoke. "Y-Yes? Um.. I mean yes sir?"

"Do you know who I am?" the god asked not even batting an eye.

Cloud nodded quickly. "You're Odin, one of the gods from the old texts."

"Good," Odin replied while it looked like he was giving a nod of approval. "And do you know why I called you out here on this night?"

"Um… I-I don't know," Cloud lowered his head, afraid he may have upset Odin by his choice of words.

"Cloud," Odin said, causing the blond to look up at the terrifyingly amazing god before him. "There is no reason to be afraid of me. You haven't done anything wrong. I only wished to talk."

A god… wanted to talk with him? Just some random kid from Nilbelheim? None of that made any sense. "I gotta be dreaming…" Cloud didn't even realize he spoke aloud until he heard Odins' laughter.

"Still so young and so much to learn," Odin said before he dismounted his horse.

Cloud stared only for a few minutes more before lowering his head again. It not only was intimidating to be staring up at the large god, but it also felt wrong. He shouldn't be allowed to just gawk and stare at a god… even if the god said that he wanted to talk to him.

"Let me tell you something young one." Odin started to speak again, though this time his voice sounded less deep. It sounded much more normal and human.

Slowly looking up Cloud saw that Odin's appearance had changed. He now looked like a tall human adult, though he still had such a serious gaze in his expression. "The gods sometimes choose to take time to wander the mortal plane. To blend in with the humans and see how their society has grown over the centuries."

"Really? So you choose to look human like that?" Cloud said as he stared longer at the human form. It was strange… it almost felt familiar, but it felt so far away he couldn't place it. "And you just walk around looking at people and stuff?"

Odin nodded, the slight smile on his lips. "In a way you could say it like that. If we so choose we can do more than just watch. About ten years ago or maybe just a bit more, perhaps maybe it is eleven at this point, I walked the mortal plane as you see me now. Something most unexpected happened in that journey."

"Oh? What was it?" Cloud asked, becoming increasingly curious by the god's story.

"I met a fair mortal that managed to entrance me. Something that I never would have happened, yet it did. And do you know who this young woman was?"

Cloud shook his head quickly.

"Her name was Claudia Strife."

With his eyes widened, Cloud found himself gapping at the human form of Odin. "But… but that's my mother's name. How could… but ten years ago…"

Slowly things started to piece together in Cloud's mind. Even though he still was astounded at what he heard, he started to get the bigger picture. "Does that mean you… or that I'm…"

Odin knelt down before Cloud. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, like the skies themselves. "Yes, that means you are my son."

Cloud's mouth dropped open. He had clearly heard what Odin was saying, but it sounded almost too crazy to be true. Odin… an all powerful god… was his father? It just didn't make any sense.

"But I… that makes me a god?" Cloud managed to ask.

Odin shook his head. "Not entirely. Your mother is still human. You are only half; a demi-god."

"A demi-god…" Cloud repeated softly. "But how… Ah I mean… am I really? It just seems really weird… or something. I don't know…"

Cloud lowered his head as he stared down at the ground. This was all too much to take in for him and he couldn't just wrap his head around it yet. But at that moment he felt a hand on top of his head. Raising it slightly he saw that Odin had placed a hand on his head.

"The circumstances may be confusing to a young mind such as yourself. But the fact is that I am your father. You have the blood of Odin burning through your veins."

"But it just seems too weird."

"You have great strengths, Cloud. You know this very well. Think of this also, how many 10-year-olds can easily and fluently read the old Nibel language?"

"Um… I don't know anyone else but me…" Cloud replied as he shifted back and forth. It wasn't something mandatory to learn in school, there were just brief lessons about the language, but not how to read it. It was actually something his mother taught him. She wasn't all too fluent in the language itself, but Cloud picked it up like it was second nature to him.

"You see then? These factors are what make you the son of a god. These special skills you inhibit, they are all connected."

Cloud nodded as he listened to Odin. While so much of this sounded confusing and strange, there was also a bit of excitement building within Cloud. He was the son of a god! He was the son of Odin, one of the most powerful gods of them all. But then his mind quickly shifted to something else. Something a little less happy.

"So… is that why you're never there? I mean… why you left mom?"

He could see Odin's express darken. A sense of sadness was in his godly eyes. "It was hard to make that choice, but gods are not supposed to go and live down here with mortals. I wish that I could have been there for you in the start of your life, but my responsibilities as a god were what I had to take first. But, know this Cloud, I have always been watching over you every chance I could get."

"Really?"

Odin nodded to him. "Yes, and while I admire the passion and determination you have, you should listen to your mother and not get into so many fights."

"Huh? How do you know about that?" Cloud asked quickly.

Odin laughed. "I said that I watched over you, did I not? I may not always be seen, but I am there. I am still proud of how far you have come."

Something struck Cloud deeply in his heart. An overwhelming feeling filled him and he couldn't stop the tears forming in his eyes. He didn't even realize what he was doing, but now he was holding on to Odin, hugging him tightly.

At first he thought maybe he should stop. Was it wrong to hug a god? Even if that god was your father? He didn't have to worry though for he felt Odin's arms wrap around him. Cloud tried his best to hold back the rest of his tears, but being in this embrace let them all stream down his cheeks. A sense of overwhelming relief and warmth washed over him. In all ten years of his life, he had never felt so happy before.

"Sonr Minn," Odin whispered gently, speaking in the old language.

Seeing as he was speaking in that tongue, Cloud only thought it was fitting to reply back just the same. "Faðir."