Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ Chapter 1

There she stood. Her black hair in unruly waves. Her eyes dark, with pain born of societies cruelties. For she was heavier, yet she was still attractive. Beauty and grace she had, more so then the half starved looking people of her time. Also she had the freedom, of not having to worry about the fickle habits of scrawny people.

Walking over to the table she bowed to her god, and chattered lightly. Her name was Starla Esterella Serphina Loire, of royal line. Yet by looking at her life style, and her surroundings you couldn't tell. The only way would be her taste in life.

A knock sounded lightly at the door.

Sighing in annoyance, she stood up strait and approached the door. Everyone knew to leave her alone at this time. Starla liked, and treasured her time alone. Just a little time, every night, to be alone with her thoughts, with her god. Swinging open the door she stared at the face.

It was AprilMay Fleming-Loire her insistent and lacking in intelligence sister-in-law. Long black and brown tipped hair framed her worried face. It did not spark Starla's curiosities. It was common for AprilMay to worry over every little thing. Even things she knew she shouldn't worry over. One day, Starla told herself, she would beat her for that.

"Starla, Cloud is attacking the village."

Starla blinked dumbfounded, but as she did a sword pierced through AprilMay's gut. Not thin, as in most blades, but think. Like a zanba sword. Her face turned to horror as her life slipped from her. The blade almost to big to pierce her frail, thin body.

Screaming Starla slammed the door closed; or tried. AprilMay's body got jammed in the door way. Looking at the window Starla ran over. Shoving it open, she glanced behind her.

Blonde spiky hair, and a pissed look to match. Cloud, AprilMay was right. Starla leaped into the dark night. Praising existence that tonight the stars did not shine their light on the sleeping world. Warm air whipped around her, as she tumbled to the ground. Cursing as a white hot pain shot up her leg.

Ignoring it she ran towards the trees. Her heart raced, thinking at what she should do. exhausted, and in major pain she leaned against a tree. Dozens of cicada's chirped causing the air to buzz. Through it she could hear Cloud carefully exiting the window.

He was not planning on hurrying on his killing spree. Laying her head against a tree she looked up at the moon highlighted cloud. The clouds had begun to break apart. A groan escaped Starla's lips.

"Why me."

Something cold, and sharp pressed against her throat. Wide-eyed she looked to see Cloud with a knife to her throat. His sword on his back. Moonlight highlighted his features. His face held a look so cold, so deadly. It also held betrayal, of someone who has been betrayed. Hurt, and vengeance.

Starla's lip twitched, she resisted the urge to plea for her life. Shoving her harder up against the tree with his free hand, Cloud slowly began to slit her throat. Red slick blood rushed forward slickening the blade, and running down her white shirt.

As the world started to go black for Starla she saw a glint of another blade. Cloud stopped his cut, forced to defend himself. In gleam of the moonlight she thought she saw grey hair.