Prologue: The Awakening
His eyes ripped open from their trance like sleep, her's muffled screams
still echoed in his head. Her voice lingering in him filling his mind and soul.
His heart felt as though it would explode if it were not slowed.
Was it a dream? A cruel nightmare? Or a warning?
He didn't know for sure. But it was all he needed for an excuse. To pick up
the search once more, to continue his quest.
In an instant the bed covers were flung off and he was standing, straping
his armor and clothes into place once more. The armor glisened in the pale
light as the cracks of past battles still echoed in them forever.
The Time had come, it was now he had to strike. To return to the Ancient's
Capitial and continue the search. His stomuch ached at him as he did not wish
to go, part of him was fighting it, to return there again...so soon. But he had
no choice.
Aerith was in trou-...no...aerith wasn't in trouble. Aerith was gone. Why
wouldn't it go? when did the hurting stop? Her voice was so real though...
should he at least investigate? Or discard it and sleep again?
He shook his head and grabbed for his Buster sword. Ripping the two dark
materia balls out of their wall mounts he slammed them into place in the mighty
sword.
Once again he took to arms, the sword still reflected the tainted blood of
that infernal man..that demon who took her from him. Who stole her soul and
caused her eyes to no longer shine like dawn. Who ever was behind this, if it
was anything at all, would pay dearly.
With a quick spin of his sword and a click as it locked to his back the
dark figure walked out of his room and to the streets, off in to the dark
night air towards the mountains....
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