AN: Hey, this is my first fanfiction, so please go easy on me guys, but I would love you to review and constructive criticism is always welcome.

This story takes place four years after Advent Children. I know the plot line had been done a lot, but what can I say I love it and wanted to try my own hand at it. Keep reading though, it will get more original!

The Planet was in pain. It had survived thousands of years, been brought close to destruction countless times, but had always managed to survive. Most recent was it's survival of the calamity, the destruction brought by her son Sephiroth and the re-awaking reunion of her children brought by the geostigma that had engulfed the planet.

The Planet though had survived, but not without cost to nearly living thing on it. Now left weak and in pain from its many injuries the people now began to share in it's pain.

Monsters previously kept in balance by the lifestream, now multiplied as the lifestream devoted most of its life and power into the healing of the planet. Rain ceased to fall anywhere and drought soon encased the planet. Driven by fear and hunger people shattered what little peace had resulted in the aftermath of the failed reunion and now blood and tears flowed freely down the streets again.

Then the plague came. More fierce in its spread then even geostigma. It grabbed on tight and would not release until the body succumbed to the lifestream. This time no healing rain came. The lifestream only gladly accepted all those to itself as it fought to restore the planet. The inhabitants momentarily forgotten in its effort.

Things could not remain this way. The planet saw it and the Cetra within the lifestream, ever sensitive to the planet's needs saw it too. It would take centuries for the planet to heal, and in that time life on the planet would become almost none existent.

The Cetra within the lifestream signed in acceptance to what the planet needed to do, but some part of them that still remembered what it was like to be alive ached for the planet's chosen hero. Even now through the lifestream, they could see the blond haired swordsman, nearly drowning in his grief as one by one he watched his friends fall.

First had been the two orphan children he had taken in. Their bodies weak and unused to the strain of battle and pain had succumbed easily to the first sweep of the plague. The girl's adopted father had quickly followed in a suicidal mission.

Then the Wutai's princess, as her country weaken from the drought was slowly overrun with monsters. The pilot, and the rest of his friends slowly, but each in turn followed. The most recent that was just happening, was the death of the black haired martial artist. Who for so long had been able to keep the swordsman going. She now lay still in his arms, in a pool of both their blood.

The Cetra watched as the flower girl and her 1st class solider, who now rarely ever left his side, knelt down on either side of the blond, wrapping their arms around him, whispering words of comfort, though they both were now so weak that the blond could no longer see them.

There was only one way to undo the harm that had been done and that was to keep it from ever happening. All the pain, all the sorrow and sadness would disappear and none would remember.

The planet's wishes vibrated through the lifestream and the Cetra nodded agreeing, but still their concerns were felt by the planet.

Not everyone would forget that sorrow and sadness. Even if he manages to change things, the pain from those memories would remain with him forever. For he would not be allowed to forget if he was to succeed. Would he be able to survive when no one else remembers? When there is no one left to understand and comfort him? He was so near to breaking.

The planet acknowledged their concerns, before gently abolishing them. Reminded them that it too was able to understand the feelings and needs of humans, though it had never been one.

The Cetra bowed their heads taking the reprimand like a child from a loving parent. Feeling very much relived that the hero would not be alone in his endeavor. The Cetra entered out from the lifestream, taking on the forms they had once had when they had walked the planet.

The flower girl and her boyfriend both looked up as they approached; eyes alight with questions and confusion, but at their calm and reassuring gaze, both heroes disappeared again into the lifestream. Leaving the Cetra alone with the grief stricken hero. When the sapphire eyes inlaid with mako's green flare rose to meet them, they widened. As if he knew who and what they were and the severity at what would cause so many Ancients to once again walk the planet.

"Pain, sorrow, sadness, that is the price those that walk this planet have had to pay to see it live. That can all go away. You can make it all go away." Their voices were one, for they had spent enough centuries in the lifestream together that they no longer needed a speaker.

"How?" His tone was of one lost in despair, eager for it all to end.

"By changing what you know will happen." Was the response, "The planet will use the last of its strength to send you back to before this all began. You must then stop the reunion from ever happening."

The swordsman starred at them and they could feel his guilt and self condemnation. "Why me?"

"Because you are the planet's chosen hero, Cloud."

Cloud lowered his gaze, letting the thick blond bangs cover this face as he looked down at the still, unmoving form of Tifa. He could go back! He could change this, change everything from ever happening, but could he? Was he strong enough? Yes, he had too! There was no way he could live like this. He could already feel the darkness, the despair that had lain dormant for the past couple years beginning to surface, and he could not go back to that again.

The Cetra saw he had made his decision, but saw fit to warm him. He had the right to know. "But know this; your own pain will never go away. The sorrow and sadness of these memories will forever remain with you, but there will be one who will understand. Who will help you through everything. You will not be alone."

Having said their warning and still seeing the determination in the swordsman's eyes, the Cetra closed their eyes and gave their approval. They felt the planet release the last of its power and white light exploded engulfing the planet and the life that everyone had known ceased to exist