Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Wildflower ❯ Wildflower ( Prologue )

Author's Notes: Just in case this story strikes you as a little odd at first, it's a dream, not reality. And I'm hoping you peoples see the symbolism in it, but if you don't…that's okay *^^* Anyways…I hopes you likes, and if you don't review, my muse (Niphridell) will come and bash you over the head with a herring. **Smiles sweetly**

Disclaimer: I do not own Vincent, Lucrecia, or any other FFVII characters. Nor do I own the "spiral bit" because it belongs to a band named Tool. SO DON'T SUE!!!!

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Wildflower

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The over abundance of wildflowers was amazing. It was almost as if the Planet itself had granted the fields a ray of light to see them through the unstable late winter months, a miracle of nature by far.

"It's so beautiful."

A young girl stepped out of the shadow of an overhanging pine; allowing the January sun bathe her in the cool radiance of oblivion. This new light illuminated her face, revealing her aristocratic yet young and carefree features, framed by a few stray strands of her tied up auburn locks.

"You like it?"

A man followed her, stepping into the light for what could pass off as the first time. He was tall, with deep chestnut eyes that would drown you if given the chance. Chin length raven hair caressed his pallid cheeks softly like a painters brush giving a masterpiece the finishing touch. They were the perfect couple.

"I love it!"

The woman spun in the flowers with her arms open wide, welcoming whatever dared to come, her brightly hued skirt twirling around her in a dizzying circle.

Her love watched the spectacle, smiling to himself at how pleased she was to see flowers again. Yet it lacked a certain something. A something that is priceless, and irreplaceable, like a treasured rose left too long in the sun. It was innocence captured in the essence of a blossom, together they were bound to that fact, and still, they were happy.

"I thought you would."

Snapping out of his brief reverie, the man stepped over to the woman, carefully avoiding the flourishing buds.

"You told me how much you missed tending the flowers of your garden. This just seemed the perfect place to be."

She slipped her delicate hand around her lovers worn yet caring fingers with a smile, and began to pull him off into a random direction. It didn't really matter where anymore; all there was were these endless fields, spanning the land to the very edges of the consciousness.

"C'mon, let's run!"

"But--where will we go?"

A childish giggle erupted from the woman but nothing more as she continued running, man in tow, crushing the fragile flowers beneath their careless feet.

Seemingly from nowhere came a voice. It was young, heedless, and yet sagacious in its own singsong way.

Swing on the spiral

Swing on the spiral

Swing on the spiral

Swing on the…

"Stop!" shouted the man, yanking on the girl's arm, silencing her and forcing her to stay.

"Is there something wrong?" she said softly, turning around to face her companion, unmoved by his sudden outburst.

"I-I…" he stammered, looking into the face of a stranger. Or was it? Her face was time worn, wrinkled, with cloudy eyes that seemed to have lost their luster decades ago, and yet, there was a certain familiarity concealed deep, underneath the skin.

"Lucrecia!"

Her image began to dissipate then, like the last memoirs of a loved one caught in the midst of a blaze.

Swing on the spiral of

Our divinity

And still be a human…

The last note was held long, a welcome back to reality in the form of an alarm clock buzzer.