Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Her Favourite Word is Despair ❯ Retrieval ( Chapter 2 )
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By: colichemarde 
He retrieves it.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 10.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 732 | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
He retrieves it.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 10.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 732 | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
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Far from the hell of heaven lay the quiet forest where the unfettered descend the stairs to the pit of the earth and recover the wicked rock of death. A tall temple once stood, a shrine to the ancient race, Cetra. It was only a surmise in the clouded desire of a several nine people. Their comradery was the only corona in the darkened shadow of the present. And together, they were coming closer to the goal. With this, the loss of the Temple of the Ancients.
A deep well existed then where the large building once stood, and far within the pit lie a very disturbing glassy rock, which contained thousands of generations of priceless knowledge. It was dense in content and black in colour. It was called Black Materia, a Materia so fierce it could destroy anything it wanted to, should it be summoned so.
Cloud slowly slid along the rocky wall, a shallow anticipation filling his mind. For simply an instant, he imagined what may happened when his labored fingers touch the cold surface. For simply an instant, he asked the childish voice with in his consciousness if he would feel a jolt of energy, or learn a thing or two, or feel the terribly energy which may emit from it on contact. For simply an instant, he wondered what it might feel like if he called forth the terror that the Black Materia could bring.
When he finally grasped the floating mass, he was disappointed.
"Cloud!" someone called, and unmistakably, he knew it was Aeris. Her voice was like a thousand holy bells on a black, rainy day. The thin ribbon of the voice echoed shallowly in the tremendous gap of earth, and he was prompted to call back.
"I've got it, Aeris!" he called back, the echo surprising him. How odd the echoes seemed. Her echo seemed like it was not even there, but rather, behind the walls of the pit. And his, the same. He turned, with the Black Materia in hand, to go back out, but Aeris was already halfway down the dirt wall.
It was equally refreshing as it was satisfying to see her happy face again which shined out like a beacon amidst the grave events they faced daily, which seemed to regularly darken their moods and bring them to a sullen growth of distress. If only they could smile every time they saw hers, they would probably feel more willing to fight for their desires and rid the Planet of all of that which they hated. Cloud held it out to her, and she stopped short, as if she could feel the penetrating malice.
"We have it," he said, with a shallow smile, "Sephiroth can't do any harm now." Her smile, then, was so real and so warming. Cloud felt he didn't deserve any of it, and promptly turned away. What right had he to accept her kind offerings? She giggled.
"Are you blushing?" she asked, quietly.
Embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head and shrugged. She laughed then. And it would seem right and fair with all the world if they and all their friends would stay, here, in this kindly bestowed happiness, forever. It was these tiny moments where it truly felt good to breathe the air they breathed, and see the sun they saw, and felt the warmth they felt. They were liable to believe in 'too good to be true', and 'happiness lasts not forever', and these tiny moments made them forget those pessimistic doctrines.
But does happiness truly deserve to last?
They felt him.
They felt his corrupt presence oppress their bliss, and a heavy, hot, black wave of heat settled upon them in a most sickening tendency. They dared not to look up, but to keep the eyes off an enemy is death-by-name. They slowly raised their heads.
And there he was, hovering in the air above them, with a sneer of hated ill will and pride spread across his face. And he spoke with acerbity, his strong, sharp voice reigning over their ears.
"Give it to me."
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Far from the hell of heaven lay the quiet forest where the unfettered descend the stairs to the pit of the earth and recover the wicked rock of death. A tall temple once stood, a shrine to the ancient race, Cetra. It was only a surmise in the clouded desire of a several nine people. Their comradery was the only corona in the darkened shadow of the present. And together, they were coming closer to the goal. With this, the loss of the Temple of the Ancients.
A deep well existed then where the large building once stood, and far within the pit lie a very disturbing glassy rock, which contained thousands of generations of priceless knowledge. It was dense in content and black in colour. It was called Black Materia, a Materia so fierce it could destroy anything it wanted to, should it be summoned so.
Cloud slowly slid along the rocky wall, a shallow anticipation filling his mind. For simply an instant, he imagined what may happened when his labored fingers touch the cold surface. For simply an instant, he asked the childish voice with in his consciousness if he would feel a jolt of energy, or learn a thing or two, or feel the terribly energy which may emit from it on contact. For simply an instant, he wondered what it might feel like if he called forth the terror that the Black Materia could bring.
When he finally grasped the floating mass, he was disappointed.
"Cloud!" someone called, and unmistakably, he knew it was Aeris. Her voice was like a thousand holy bells on a black, rainy day. The thin ribbon of the voice echoed shallowly in the tremendous gap of earth, and he was prompted to call back.
"I've got it, Aeris!" he called back, the echo surprising him. How odd the echoes seemed. Her echo seemed like it was not even there, but rather, behind the walls of the pit. And his, the same. He turned, with the Black Materia in hand, to go back out, but Aeris was already halfway down the dirt wall.
It was equally refreshing as it was satisfying to see her happy face again which shined out like a beacon amidst the grave events they faced daily, which seemed to regularly darken their moods and bring them to a sullen growth of distress. If only they could smile every time they saw hers, they would probably feel more willing to fight for their desires and rid the Planet of all of that which they hated. Cloud held it out to her, and she stopped short, as if she could feel the penetrating malice.
"We have it," he said, with a shallow smile, "Sephiroth can't do any harm now." Her smile, then, was so real and so warming. Cloud felt he didn't deserve any of it, and promptly turned away. What right had he to accept her kind offerings? She giggled.
"Are you blushing?" she asked, quietly.
Embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head and shrugged. She laughed then. And it would seem right and fair with all the world if they and all their friends would stay, here, in this kindly bestowed happiness, forever. It was these tiny moments where it truly felt good to breathe the air they breathed, and see the sun they saw, and felt the warmth they felt. They were liable to believe in 'too good to be true', and 'happiness lasts not forever', and these tiny moments made them forget those pessimistic doctrines.
But does happiness truly deserve to last?
They felt him.
They felt his corrupt presence oppress their bliss, and a heavy, hot, black wave of heat settled upon them in a most sickening tendency. They dared not to look up, but to keep the eyes off an enemy is death-by-name. They slowly raised their heads.
And there he was, hovering in the air above them, with a sneer of hated ill will and pride spread across his face. And he spoke with acerbity, his strong, sharp voice reigning over their ears.
"Give it to me."