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

Dim light flickered from a small hearth fire. He had enough with his life. Years he had fought for the people around him. Giving up his life, his hope, his future, and the worse his love. What did he get in repayment?

Cloud looked around his dingy shack. Not worth calling a home. In winter the wind easily cut throw it. Spring it let in the flood waters, and summer it let in the rain. He didn't have the money to pay for anything.

Nothing, not even a thank you.

Getting up Cloud grabbed his sword. Today he would get his payment. He would take from the people what they owed him. It would not, however, be material goods.