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Oblivion's Beginning
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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
703
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Again, usual disclaimers, see Chapter 1 for more in-depth details. Happy Reading!
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Oblivion's Beginning
Chapter 2
Just a distance to the south of the trio in a cave long forgotten, something awoke. A force, an energy, a being that couldn't stand to be defeated. Her puppet had been defeated and now she needed another. Her mind and existence searched the world for a spirit, a body to corrupt who could destroy from the inside those that had defeated her before and only one stood out. Aeris, yes...she would do nicely. Soon screams of complete agony filled the cave as the creature rebuilt her body piece by piece infusing her with the maddening life force known as Jenova.
Greenish blue eyes opened weakly as a pale, delicate hand reached up to brush away brown strands. Pain still radiated throughout her body but it was now a dull ache rather than stabbing pain. She made it to her feet slowly and unsteadily. It felt strange and yet wonderful to be alive again, now to find the ones that could help her destroy the world. What fitting and ironic justice it would be to have the heroes suddenly become the villains, even if unwittingly. Clothes she conjured up, something simple and yet elegant, to last until she decided or required something more.
Making her way out of the cave, Aeris started her trek over the mountains. It was going to be rough, especially until more of her powers returned fully with her strength. The chill wind at the peaks whipped at her flesh and sent her hair flying into impossible knots. Luckily they weren’t very tall or vast mountains or she might have found her demise there.
Two days and night she walked north until her feet ached and her stomach rumbled. Finally the lights and rooftops of Nibelhelm came into view. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt the ground change from the soft grass to the hard stone of the paved roads. Onlookers were chattering excitedly about another newcomer, another stranger, to town. She caught mention of a silver haired man and a fight. She couldn’t help but smile at the words, so he had already been here. Clever boy. She grabbed a stranger with tears in her eyes and sobbed a plea for him to help her find her friends.
Soon she was directed to a house where she was told she could find Tifa. With trembling hands she knocked on the door and burst into sobs throwing herself onto the woman who answered.
“Aeris!?” Stunned to say the least, the longhaired brunette wrapped her arms around her long lost friend and shed tears of joy.
“Oh Tifa, I’m so glad I found you. I was so afraid he’d find me first. Please help me, I don’t want to die again.” The performance was masterful and easily bought. Tifa ushered her friend into the house and sat her down for a hot meal.
“We’ll get you a warm bath and clean clothes. When you’re all done you’ll have to sit and tell Barret and I everything.” She stroked Aeris’ hair as she thought; should she tell her? She came to the conclusion it would be for the best. “Aeris, is it Sephiroth you’re afraid of? Is he hunting you? We need to know because he was here, searching for something but he said it was his memories he was searching for.”
She burst into sobs again shaking her head furiously as she clenched her fists. “No, no no no! He’s looking for me, he wants to kill me Tifa and he’s already tried once. I ran and ran and hid in a cave. Jenova brought him back to life to destroy the world but the ancients pooled their knowledge and used all their remaining energy to send me back to stop him. They said that I would know how when the time came but Tifa, oh god I’m so scared. I still remember what that blade felt like going through me – it was so horrible!”
“Shh…it’ll be okay, I promise we won’t let that lying son of a bitch hurt you.” She held her tightly as the tears seemed never-ending. “You know, Cloud’s going to be so happy to see you. Maybe now you can break him out of his funk.”
“Cloud? He’s here?” That sounded perhaps a bit too hopeful, but either it was appropriate or Tifa didn’t notice.
“No, he’s not here here, but after Sephiroth’s appearance and attack, we were going to go find him. He left not long after, well…you know. He was so sad and depressed-he said he just wanted to be alone.”
“I will help you find him, I have to. I want so badly to see him again.” The night continued pretty much the same. Aeris got the bath she needed so badly and when Barret arrived, she repeated her story for him with fewer tears this time. It was even easier to convince him of Sephiroth’s villainy and by the time she finally got to rest, they had planned to leave first thing in the morning to go search for Cloud. She was pleased; so far all the pieces were falling into place quite neatly.
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The spiky haired blonde awoke that night from an all too familiar dream. Once more he watched Sephiroth plunge that mighty blade through Aeris’ chest. Once more he was but a few steps away and he couldn’t save her. “Why now? I don’t understand.” He whispered to himself as he sat up, running fingers through his hair. “I haven’t had that dream in months, maybe more so why does it come back to me now?” He huffed, rather annoyed with himself. “Good going Cloud, now you’re talking to yourself. Soon they’ll be locking you up like a crazy person. Grr…” He was doing it again, but this time he was not only talking to himself but also lecturing and arguing with himself. Maybe he really was going nuts.
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The whole town was oblivious to his continued presence in Nibelhelm. He had returned that night, sneaking up to the reactor, which was ruined. He had spent many hours poking around before he headed back and he was about to leave the little town when he caught sight of the mansion. It called to him like a siren singing to a sailor. Before he knew it, he had made his way down into the crypts and library below it. There remained the font of knowledge that had started it all; he knowledge that had angered and infuriated him, awakening the essence of Jenova to whom he had almost lost his soul. Now, once more he put his blade aside and picked up a book, reading of events hidden and forgotten.
He was so absorbed that he didn’t notice his hunger until it became pain. How long had he been reading? How long had he been down there? When did he last eat? More questions he didn’t know the answer to, but now he was beginning to get an idea of who he had been. As he pulled some dried rations from his pack and wetted his throat, which had become unbelievably parched, he opened another book. More stories filled his mind, this time they weren’t so bad. A decorated hero, a courageous fighter who had helped turn the tide of many battles. It seemed impossible that the hero, villain and now this lost soul could all be one and the same, but he had to accept that they were.
His history where Lucrecia and Hojo were concerned was far from pretty; in fact, it was painful. But now with the taint gone, he no longer hated the world and those in it. These books imparted one divine answer to his questions. He had reached the end of his search. This place had shown him that he had been many things, but what was he now? The answer? Anything and anyone he wanted to be. The world was his to explore and for the first time in his life his destiny was his to shape as he willed it. Not Shin-Ra, not Jenova. Just him. That was all the answer he would ever need, and yet something still troubled him. The dreams about Jenova. She would be back and this time she wouldn’t go quietly. Now, Sephiroth came to the most disturbing realization. He had to find those that had once been his enemies, those that had slain him, and he had to help them destroy the entity known as Jenova. “I am no hero anymore, but I will not let them, any of them, ruin what could possibly be my last chance at a real life.” The promise was made to himself with only musty old books as his witnesses
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Oblivion's Beginning
Chapter 2
Just a distance to the south of the trio in a cave long forgotten, something awoke. A force, an energy, a being that couldn't stand to be defeated. Her puppet had been defeated and now she needed another. Her mind and existence searched the world for a spirit, a body to corrupt who could destroy from the inside those that had defeated her before and only one stood out. Aeris, yes...she would do nicely. Soon screams of complete agony filled the cave as the creature rebuilt her body piece by piece infusing her with the maddening life force known as Jenova.
Greenish blue eyes opened weakly as a pale, delicate hand reached up to brush away brown strands. Pain still radiated throughout her body but it was now a dull ache rather than stabbing pain. She made it to her feet slowly and unsteadily. It felt strange and yet wonderful to be alive again, now to find the ones that could help her destroy the world. What fitting and ironic justice it would be to have the heroes suddenly become the villains, even if unwittingly. Clothes she conjured up, something simple and yet elegant, to last until she decided or required something more.
Making her way out of the cave, Aeris started her trek over the mountains. It was going to be rough, especially until more of her powers returned fully with her strength. The chill wind at the peaks whipped at her flesh and sent her hair flying into impossible knots. Luckily they weren’t very tall or vast mountains or she might have found her demise there.
Two days and night she walked north until her feet ached and her stomach rumbled. Finally the lights and rooftops of Nibelhelm came into view. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt the ground change from the soft grass to the hard stone of the paved roads. Onlookers were chattering excitedly about another newcomer, another stranger, to town. She caught mention of a silver haired man and a fight. She couldn’t help but smile at the words, so he had already been here. Clever boy. She grabbed a stranger with tears in her eyes and sobbed a plea for him to help her find her friends.
Soon she was directed to a house where she was told she could find Tifa. With trembling hands she knocked on the door and burst into sobs throwing herself onto the woman who answered.
“Aeris!?” Stunned to say the least, the longhaired brunette wrapped her arms around her long lost friend and shed tears of joy.
“Oh Tifa, I’m so glad I found you. I was so afraid he’d find me first. Please help me, I don’t want to die again.” The performance was masterful and easily bought. Tifa ushered her friend into the house and sat her down for a hot meal.
“We’ll get you a warm bath and clean clothes. When you’re all done you’ll have to sit and tell Barret and I everything.” She stroked Aeris’ hair as she thought; should she tell her? She came to the conclusion it would be for the best. “Aeris, is it Sephiroth you’re afraid of? Is he hunting you? We need to know because he was here, searching for something but he said it was his memories he was searching for.”
She burst into sobs again shaking her head furiously as she clenched her fists. “No, no no no! He’s looking for me, he wants to kill me Tifa and he’s already tried once. I ran and ran and hid in a cave. Jenova brought him back to life to destroy the world but the ancients pooled their knowledge and used all their remaining energy to send me back to stop him. They said that I would know how when the time came but Tifa, oh god I’m so scared. I still remember what that blade felt like going through me – it was so horrible!”
“Shh…it’ll be okay, I promise we won’t let that lying son of a bitch hurt you.” She held her tightly as the tears seemed never-ending. “You know, Cloud’s going to be so happy to see you. Maybe now you can break him out of his funk.”
“Cloud? He’s here?” That sounded perhaps a bit too hopeful, but either it was appropriate or Tifa didn’t notice.
“No, he’s not here here, but after Sephiroth’s appearance and attack, we were going to go find him. He left not long after, well…you know. He was so sad and depressed-he said he just wanted to be alone.”
“I will help you find him, I have to. I want so badly to see him again.” The night continued pretty much the same. Aeris got the bath she needed so badly and when Barret arrived, she repeated her story for him with fewer tears this time. It was even easier to convince him of Sephiroth’s villainy and by the time she finally got to rest, they had planned to leave first thing in the morning to go search for Cloud. She was pleased; so far all the pieces were falling into place quite neatly.
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The spiky haired blonde awoke that night from an all too familiar dream. Once more he watched Sephiroth plunge that mighty blade through Aeris’ chest. Once more he was but a few steps away and he couldn’t save her. “Why now? I don’t understand.” He whispered to himself as he sat up, running fingers through his hair. “I haven’t had that dream in months, maybe more so why does it come back to me now?” He huffed, rather annoyed with himself. “Good going Cloud, now you’re talking to yourself. Soon they’ll be locking you up like a crazy person. Grr…” He was doing it again, but this time he was not only talking to himself but also lecturing and arguing with himself. Maybe he really was going nuts.
~~~~~~~~~~
The whole town was oblivious to his continued presence in Nibelhelm. He had returned that night, sneaking up to the reactor, which was ruined. He had spent many hours poking around before he headed back and he was about to leave the little town when he caught sight of the mansion. It called to him like a siren singing to a sailor. Before he knew it, he had made his way down into the crypts and library below it. There remained the font of knowledge that had started it all; he knowledge that had angered and infuriated him, awakening the essence of Jenova to whom he had almost lost his soul. Now, once more he put his blade aside and picked up a book, reading of events hidden and forgotten.
He was so absorbed that he didn’t notice his hunger until it became pain. How long had he been reading? How long had he been down there? When did he last eat? More questions he didn’t know the answer to, but now he was beginning to get an idea of who he had been. As he pulled some dried rations from his pack and wetted his throat, which had become unbelievably parched, he opened another book. More stories filled his mind, this time they weren’t so bad. A decorated hero, a courageous fighter who had helped turn the tide of many battles. It seemed impossible that the hero, villain and now this lost soul could all be one and the same, but he had to accept that they were.
His history where Lucrecia and Hojo were concerned was far from pretty; in fact, it was painful. But now with the taint gone, he no longer hated the world and those in it. These books imparted one divine answer to his questions. He had reached the end of his search. This place had shown him that he had been many things, but what was he now? The answer? Anything and anyone he wanted to be. The world was his to explore and for the first time in his life his destiny was his to shape as he willed it. Not Shin-Ra, not Jenova. Just him. That was all the answer he would ever need, and yet something still troubled him. The dreams about Jenova. She would be back and this time she wouldn’t go quietly. Now, Sephiroth came to the most disturbing realization. He had to find those that had once been his enemies, those that had slain him, and he had to help them destroy the entity known as Jenova. “I am no hero anymore, but I will not let them, any of them, ruin what could possibly be my last chance at a real life.” The promise was made to himself with only musty old books as his witnesses