Errata

By:

Mystwalker

Disclaimer: I do not own Dissidia: Final Fantasy or any of its characters. The setting and plot for this story, however, are mine, as are any OCs.

A/N: For those of you who have read / are currently reading Sins of the Father, this will be a MUCH shorter project—10 chapters + prologue/epilogue. I don't like doing two things at once, and I want to get this out of the way quickly.

Those of you that aren't reading Sins of the Father, if you feel up to reading it, please leave a review.

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PROLOGUE

Per accidens (By accident)

He was dying.

Not his body—that had died many times before—but his consciousness itself, the thing that had kept him alive, had allowed him to keep coming back. The puppet had defeated him. It was truly the end. As he fell backwards, surrounded by a light blue glow, he was dimly aware of a pinkish streak to his right, falling beside him for a few moments before vanishing out of existence. The witch—Ultimecia—the eighth warrior of Chaos. He had expected that she would fall through soon.

He could feel the edges of his consciousness beginning to unravel as he fell, the shimmering portal that led to Gaia looming below him. Above him, a streak of blue light shot down, the same shade as his, but without the growing weakness.

Cloud.

He gathered the frayed ends of his consciousness back into himself, watching as his puppet's mind rushed past him, heading back towards the Planet. Sephiroth reached out, grappling with it in an attempt to preserve life. He felt a sudden outraged thought from Cloud, before he was thrown off, hovering in the ether. There was a bright light as Cloud passed through the portal, the gate to The Planet closing behind him.

So…he thought. The Warriors of Cosmos return home…and the rest of us…

From across from him, another light shimmered out of existence. Kuja had released his hold on life. He couldn't say he was sorry. The reaper reminded him of a much more flamboyant Genesis.

…We vanish.

Odd that he thought of Genesis and Angeal now. He had always thought that when he finally died, it would be thinking about his Mother. And yet…he couldn't quite keep his thoughts focused. It was as if they were escaping from him, slipping through his fingers. Letting go suddenly seemed so easy…

…He wondered what would happen if Kuja were ever to read LOVELESS.

Another bright light to his right as a pinkish streak shot past him, falling through the portal. Squall, returning home. He felt another light go out—this one belonging to Garland. So that left only three: himself, the Emperor…

…Kefka.

As if noticing it for the first time, he glanced towards the scarlet streak by his left side. It had stopped falling and continued to flare and dim in intensity, as if it was struggling. He watched with mild interest as the part of the streak that was Kefka was forcefully pushed off by the actual streak, flying off and dissolving. So the harlequin understood in the end. Their counterparts had defeated them, defeating them here would allow them to live. He thought he had been the only one to understand the nature of their existence here…the only one with the courage to willingly end his own life in the last cycle, just to understand how the cycles worked.

He felt a slight surprise at the aftershock of that, at the power that Kefka had grappled with, the same power that pushed him away.

The struggle had weakened her; she hovered for a moment, as if she were catching her breath. Power continued to pulse off her in waves. At that moment, Sephiroth made a decision. He gathered his strength and pushed himself out of the streak of blue light, his consciousness careening towards the sixth Warrior of Cosmos. He felt her shock as he collided with her, immediately grabbing hold of her power. She struggled against him, trying to push him off, but defeating Kefka had weakened her, and she was hesitant.

She had been caught off her guard.

The impact pushed them both out of their paths, sending them falling in a completely different direction. He grappled with her, holding tightly as she tried to push him off. He could feel the sense of urgency coming off her as she tried to fight him, but he was strong.

Even until the end, he was strong. He reminded himself of that as they fell into the darkness, their current path unlit by any of the colored lights. In the distance, slipping away from them, he felt the Emperor finally give out. A portal shimmered before them, one that none of the lights led to. He felt Terra's shock as they fell towards it, saw it shimmer and fade as they passed through it, felt also, the boundaries of his flesh beginning to return and surround him…and her as well. He felt his world beginning to spin as the scenery around them faded away, heard and saw a confused jumble of lights and sounds around him.

There was a sudden bright light, and then Sephiroth pitched forward, landing face first into the ground.

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