Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
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By: Trick Sparrow 
Well, this is the prologue, and it pretty much speaks for itself.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.09.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 270 | Visits: 361 | Status: Completed
Well, this is the prologue, and it pretty much speaks for itself.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.09.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 270 | Visits: 361 | Status: Completed
Fragments
Prologue
Silence wrapped the snowy night in its airtight cloak over the streets of Midgar. The city slept; even the drunkards, prostitutes, and homeless waifs had long since retreated to their corners and alleys. The only sounds that pierced the night air were detectable by stray animals alone.
Suddenly a crash sounded in the direction of the abandoned Shin-ra headquarters. The bums and inebriated fools looked up in surprise as a lone figure stampeded out of the building, disoriented and very likely insane.
One of the braver street people ventured away from his burning trash barrel and walked up to the crazed individual. The man was quite young, twenty at the most, with dishevelled blonde hair and wild blue eyes. He was very youthful in appearance, and the bum thought it a pity that such youth was wasted by his apparent mental instability.
"Hey, calm down, son," said the homeless person, taking the young man by the shoulders. "Where do you think you're running off to so dern fast?"
The boy's eyes widened in alarm. "Let go of me!!" he shouted, wrenching free of the other man's grip. "I don't know you!"
The bum looked on, dumbfounded, as the poor raving boy stumbled away from him and ran off into the freezing night. The man shrugged and went back to his stationary campfire, and his companion, who had been sitting against the crumbling wall of an abandoned building, peered up at him.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
The man shrugged. "I dunno, but that boy was the spittin' image of President Shin-ra's son. You know, Rufus Shin-ra."
Prologue
Silence wrapped the snowy night in its airtight cloak over the streets of Midgar. The city slept; even the drunkards, prostitutes, and homeless waifs had long since retreated to their corners and alleys. The only sounds that pierced the night air were detectable by stray animals alone.
Suddenly a crash sounded in the direction of the abandoned Shin-ra headquarters. The bums and inebriated fools looked up in surprise as a lone figure stampeded out of the building, disoriented and very likely insane.
One of the braver street people ventured away from his burning trash barrel and walked up to the crazed individual. The man was quite young, twenty at the most, with dishevelled blonde hair and wild blue eyes. He was very youthful in appearance, and the bum thought it a pity that such youth was wasted by his apparent mental instability.
"Hey, calm down, son," said the homeless person, taking the young man by the shoulders. "Where do you think you're running off to so dern fast?"
The boy's eyes widened in alarm. "Let go of me!!" he shouted, wrenching free of the other man's grip. "I don't know you!"
The bum looked on, dumbfounded, as the poor raving boy stumbled away from him and ran off into the freezing night. The man shrugged and went back to his stationary campfire, and his companion, who had been sitting against the crumbling wall of an abandoned building, peered up at him.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
The man shrugged. "I dunno, but that boy was the spittin' image of President Shin-ra's son. You know, Rufus Shin-ra."