"Where am I...?"
Sephiroth opened his eyes. He was mysteriously floating in a very dark place. His hands gripped onto something mysterious, and he managed to come upright. There was no gravity, so he hoped he was upright. He looked up, hip-length silver hair flowing behind him, and feline Mako eyes staring sincerely to the black skies. He stared at his hands for a moment... It only took him a time to blink once before he realized...
HE WAS ALIVE.
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Beginning Note: New Year's Resolution... Write better stories. Must write better stories. I'm now going to write a really exciting... fan-fiction about Final Fantasy 7. Thus, this was born. That had a nice ring to it! So, anyhow, check this out. Ever since I got Dirge of Cerberus and discovered a little bit more about ShinRa and Deepground, all that stuff, I thought up of this... it explains the entire Final Fantasy 7 storyline... yet it's fun.
12.27.06 Data File: Dawn of Beginnings
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12.27.06 Data File: Dawn of Beginnings
Data File 0.0: Prologue
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The furious rage that siblings share can be dangerous, especially when they envy each other. That hatred can sometimes lead to death. That anger can lurk in the depths of the shadows at midnight. The sky is dark and the silver moon casted a dim and pale light upon the tiny town... A miniscule figure in the alarming calm of night. The grassy fields glow blue in the moonlight, and lie by the cliffside gorge, where many sunrises and sunsets had commenced with a golden sun. Each green blade of grass is unique, and each containing a dew drop with sparkling radiance of heaven. The cliffsides symbolize the pride and justice of Nibelheim, and makes it a perfect battlefield for play-fights that children have and occasionally serious adult fights. People of all ages come here to train their magnificent senses and improve their marvelous strength.
The rage of identical twins: Suna and Sora. Not only do siblings, brother and sister, feel anger among each other, but this could happen commonly with twins. The battlefield is for many wondrous uses, but these children only know the mere single-strike attack. Although, they have interesting personalities.
Suna is the strongest kid in this area. He's fourteen years old, and remarkably strong for his age. He has spiky blonde hair like his father, and keen cerulean eyes. He is far more serious than his twin, and always dresses in dark clothing. He wields a wooden sword, and had already broken his last eight swords through serious fights with childhood rivals.
Sora is the most cautious kid in this area. He's fourteen years old, and Suna's twin brother. He has spiky brown hair, causing him to be a mixture between his mother and father, and sensitive azure blue eyes. He is far too playful and naive for his own good, and always dresses immaturely in bright colors of clothing. He also wields a wooden sword, and has used the same one since he was a child, but it had a worn-out appearance due to years of abuse from duels.
Children are naive to the serious tone of battle, and they don't know much of it. The only command they have taught themselves were 'attacking' -- a simple blow with the sword. They didn't even learn how to do more critical blows or double attack, since they never were taught by the true masters. However, their strength increased, and they battled in secret. Unfortunately, today would be the day they were caught for their techniques.
"You're gettin' stronger, Sora..." Suna taunted, "Finally, that is!"
"Hey..." Sora said, and struck Suna with a deadly wood-splintering blow. "I'm getting a LOT stronger, for your information."
"What if our parents find out that we've been fighting and secretly training at night?" Suna asked out of curiosity.
"They'd skin us alive." Sora replied, readying his sword, "Y'know Dad hates battle..."
"Yeah, so does Mom." Suna added in.
"This is same-old, same-old, Suna." Sora said, panting and out-of-breath, as he tossed his sword to the ground, and it landed with a thump. "When will it actually get a little bit more exciting...?"
"Aw, one day we'll learn more techniques..." Suna said, "We're gonna become mercenaries... just like Dad! You'll see... it'll be great."
Sora smiled slightly, and it slowly formed into a frown. His disappointed stare was concentrated on the floor as he said, "I hope you're right... Life is too boring."
"Cheer up, Sora." Suna sighed, putting one arm around his twin brother, and grinning, "Some day, when we learn how to battle like the pros, we'll become mercenaries and carry on our father's legacy."
"Y'know, mercenary jobs aren't that big..." Sora reminded his older brother.
"Oh, I know." Suna agreed, "But sometimes, it's quite useful. We could... open an odd job's store! People from all over would come and ask us to do their dirty work... We'd earn lots of money... and go on a big adventure using our fighting skills we would've learned."
Sora suddenly perked up, "Hey, that's a great idea, Suna!"
"Isn't it?" Suna grinned, "I'm always a genius. Let your big brother handle it."
"Okay..." Sora said. Suna made a fist, and playfully messed up Sora's brown spiked hairs with that one fist. Sora made a boyish giggle, and said, "Heeey, cut that out!" he smiled, and playfully noogied Suna back.
Childhood dreams are always vivid and stay inside your heart even as an adult, whether you're aware of it or not. Suna and Sora often trained at the dark and late hours of midnight. They were always fighting after everyone had gone to sleep, and sometimes their fights lasted until the crack of dawn, but that was a rare opportunity, since they'd have to get their sleeping pattern back on normal and average track. They fought to chase off or destroy those supposed monsters that their parents would always speak of. They only knew simple attacks, single-blows, and they thought fighting was a crucial survival trick.
"Let's call it a night." Suna finally said. He always thought he was stronger and wiser than Sora. Whenever he'd brag about his capabilities, Sora would shoot back at him with the same old quote every time, and used it ever since they were five: "I'm younger by two minutes and thirty seconds! This doesn't mean I'm any dumber than you!" Suna loved it when Sora would say that, and he smiled each time.
"Already...?" Sora whined, "But we're just gettin' warmed up."
"Tomorrow I'm gonna ask Dad about his past and stuff..." Suna gulped. They had never been brave enough to seriously discuss it.
"C'mon, you say that all the time." Sora said. "Just face it, nobody's brave enough to suck all the past out of Dad. Let's ask Mom."
"Alright." Suna agreed, nodding. "After all, I have a feeling they were once more than just mercenary and bar hostess."
"Yeah, me too." Sora decided. He held out his hand; which was enveloped in white-leather training gloves that their mother had custom-made for them both, except Suna had black-leather training gloves. Suna smiled gently, and they held hands for a moment, staring blankly at each other's grave expression, until Sora blinked.
"You blinked." Suna pointed out, and Sora giggled boyishly again. "... You're tempting me."
"Nooooo!" Sora laughed, "Don't tickle me!"
With Suna's right arm that was holding Sora's left, Suna flipped him over, and the equal gravitational force caused him to fly along with Sora. Sora landed on his back, and Suna landed awkwardly on top of him. Sora began laughing to break the night's silence. Suna was worried if it'd be too loud. The grass was still blue-tinted, the moon was still out, so Suna smiled seeing the privilege in front of him. "Ha, ha!" Suna said in victory, as he tickled Sora. The Final Fantasy fanfare music cued here.
"Okay, okay, we call it a night." Sora gave in after ten minutes of pure torture from his twin brother's wrath.
"Good." Suna said, standing up, gripping the wooden sword struck in the ground by the handle, pulling it out of the planet's crust.
"Have you ever wondered if the Planet has feelings?" Sora asked with slight curiosity, and slight theory to his question.
Suna smiled lightly, "The Planet does have feelings... I struck the sword into the ground and pulled it out. Now the Planet must heal itself."
"Isn't that mean to injure the Planet, then?" Sora asked.
"Not really." Suna replied, swinging his sword around in a showing-offish manner, "Wounds make someone stronger with more experience... Same goes for the Planet."
"Hmm..." Sora smiled.
"So let's get home before somebody wakes up and we get our cover blown for the first time in three years!" Suna suggested, and took off running across the plains.
"That's what you've been saying for three years." Sora laughed, trying to catch up to Suna.
As they ran across the blue-litten grassy plains, they looked at each other, wearing the same expression and sharing the same face practically... Suna spoke up, "Okay, so if anybody asks what we're doing if they catch us downstairs..."
"... We say we got a snack." Sora finished the sentence, since they've been repeating this statement for three hardcore battle-training years.
"And if they catch us walking around upstairs..." Suna said, waiting to be purposefully interrupted.
"... We say we went to the bathroom." Sora finished the sentence once more.
"Alright, and if they catch us walking around in our room..." Suna said, but before he could say a little bit more...
"... We say we couldn't sleep... I know, I know." Sora smiled.
"Okay, now that it's over with..." Suna said, "Let's hurry."
"I'll set the clock alarm to nine o'clock --" Sora looked over at Suna for a split-second, who gave a mischievious grin, "Ohh you already did?"
"Gotcha, brother." Suna said, high-fiving Sora, as they approached the house. It was settled after running miles of green hills, into a cobblestone area, and was located a little deep inside the town. The house was two-stories, and was the certain one that their father had been living in since he was born. This was Nibelheim, and this house had been abandoned ever since their grandmother from their father's side died... So they took up residence here. They weren't born here, but it felt extremely close to home for them, especially since their father had been living here all of his life.
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Author's Note:
It took overnight for me to think and write this prologue, and it's finally done! Chapter 1 will follow shortly.
You can guess who Suna and Sora are. They are the sons of... !!!!! Well, you have to read chapter 1 to find out, and you can guess if you want, but chapter 1 is coming quick. Constructive criticism would be appreciated... Praises would be appreciated... Flames would not be appreciated, but accepted.
Any questions? Review and I'll edit any chapters if needed. I'm constantly updating this, since it's my only fan-fiction I'm presently working on. And I intend to write several chapters... Several several several SEVERAL SEVERAL!
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