...Death Driven By Fate...
...Fate Driven By Love...

His blue mako eyes slowly opened to the bright florescent lights, that shown gently against his closed lids. It seemed almost endless, like a dream of some sort. He felt so lightheaded, something one would feel only within a distant dream. Just like those constant dreams that would haunt him every night, as he began to doze off into another endless sleep.


The young man, known as Cloud Strife, slowly stepped off of the packed train, as his fellow followers came up close behind. It was another typical day, another mission. Somehow, even the past year after meteor had attacked, everyone resumed to their normal life styles. All during the time, while Neo-Midgar was being built in place of streets and shambles that laid shamelessly in what was left of a bright city.
Cloud's eyes drifted from one tall building to another, as his thoughts constantly came about. Something that happened quite often, nearly on a regular basis. Everyone had somehow kept up with time, continuing on with their lives. Tifa had returned to running the 7th Heaven, business was actually going quite well. As for Barret, he was definitely busy raising a child of his own. Young Marlene seemed to be growing older with each passing day.
But that was life. Or at least, what Cloud had came to known of it. You come, you live, you die...He was stuck with those thoughts, and seemed to be the only person still stuck in the past. It had been a year, not long for some, but a year. Cloud could never erase such thoughts from his mind. Everything then, seemed so sudden. Some hero, he thought, with a smirk, as he gazed up at the setting sun. He hesitated, as the towns people quickly made way passed him. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, his sword strapped tightly against his back. That was all he needed, that, and a road to follow...