Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Icy Redemption ❯ Praying For Death ( Chapter 1 )

Icy Redemption

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Intro

The crystalline city shimmered and sparkled as Aerith stepped down the long staircase. The sound of the clear water calmed Aerith, despite what she had to do in this beautiful city. She let the sound calm her, lift her spirits, and let her be at ease. She soon reached the end of the staircase, and hopped quietly over stone pillars. The empty altar loomed before, and she stepped up to it, kneeling down to pray. The voices of the Planet and her ancestors spoke to her quietly, reassuring her. This was her duty. No one else could perform this task. She had to use the White Materia, to summon Holy. The only thing that could save this planet. And the only way to do that was to die. Soon, her time would come. Aerith knew her destiny, and knew whose hand would strike her down. The man with the silver hair, the piercing eyes. He would kill her, and in death, she would summon Holy.

Tears sprung up behind her closed eyes. She wasn't ready to die. Not yet. Not after meeting so many new people, making so many new friends. She wanted to stay and experience new feelings, like love and aging. The tears trickled down her pale cheeks.

A soft thud behind her caused her to cease her gloom thinking. Aerith opened her eyes slowly, readying herself for the blow that would end her life. The silver sword that would pierce her heart and end it all.

"Cetra. . ." Sephiroth's voice cut through the thick air. Aerith didn't respond. There wasn't anything she could say to stop this moment. Her heart beat quick with fear.

"I am not going to kill you." Aerith took in a startled breath. His voice had broken the little calm she had surrounded herself with.

"I know what will happen if I kill you." Aerith let out a strangled croak, emerald eyes growing wider.

"How?" She spoke shakily, with her back still to Sephiroth. There was only silence. It echoed around her. Slowly, she began to turn her head, green eyes alert and open. She could feel his presence, but wouldn't he speak? She began to stand. A stabbing pain shot through her shoulder suddenly, numbing her arm and chest. Aerith cried out in agony, crumbling to the floor.

"Foolish Ancient. Mother wants the Planet for us, and I won't let you stand in her way." Aerith lay, Sephiroth's masamune protruding from above her breast. Blood poured from underneath her.

"I can't. . .let you. . ." Aerith began to shudder and convulse. Sephiroth cursed under his breath.

She's willing herself to die. . . He thought, moving to her side. He scrutinized the wound with careful eyes.

Shit. I went through a muscle. How did I manage that? He quickly ripped a piece of cloth from his black cloak. With a skilled hand, he quickly withdrew his sword from her limp figure. Blood trickled thickly from the open wound. He applied heavy pressure to the open would, using the thick piece of cloak. Using another piece of long cloth, he fashioned a tight tourniquet. Lifting the slim woman, he walked out the crystal city, now empty and quiet.