=FFVII: A Short Story=
You look down at the glowing sphere in your palm. The soft, red liquid slowly spirals like thick, lazy syrup. You aren’t even sure what it does. It is materia – you had figured that much out, but you don’t really understand how it works, having never used materia before. The orb radiates with an overwhelming power. Even if you did find out how to use it, there is little chance you had the strength to wield such a power anyway.
The sphere had fallen into your possession as you stumbled upon another traveller, who, explaining that he wouldn’t last much longer, had insisted you take the materia and never reveal it to anyone. Reluctant to decline, you had accepted it. Now, staring down at the glowing orb, you feel it emit rays of a mysterious and powerful force.
You are sure that this red ball is the reason why Kadaj and his gang have been hunting you for the last few months. Whatever their reason for wanting this strange materia, you know it cannot be for good purposes.
You look up and your thoughts drift to the magnificent scenery before you; a glories fiery sun sets against a darkening background. Thin, lateral clouds shine brilliant oranges as the sun’s rays dash across their bases. The vast, desolate wasteland stretches out before you, fading into the sun’s bosom. Civilisation is distant and you let out a long and peaceful sigh; you enjoyd your life as a wandering traveller. The orb steals back your attention and you hold it up against the sun, examining the similarity in colour and shape. You wonder whether you should find out its true function.
“Although I am probably better off not knowing,” you speak your thoughts allowed.
“Wark!” You turn to the sound of your fellow companion.
“You’re right, Kirke,”* you sigh, standing up. “We should find a place to camp before the night settles in.”
“I’m sorry. I forget about your dinner,” you say, digging around in your pockets for some greens. “Here,” you offer, holding out a reagan green. Your black feathered friend gently takes the green in her bright yellow beak and happily swallows it.
“Wark! Wark!” You laugh softly and stroke her neck, ruffling her fluffy feathers. Pressing the red materia on your arm, the orb sinks through your sleeve, into your skin.
“Let’s go, Kirke,” you say, hoping upon your chocobo’s back.
“Wark!” The bird shoots off with you, running into the setting sky.
You find a suitable display of rocks and crevices to stay for the night. Dismounting Kirke, you set up camp. Being in the wasteland, far from any personal, you don’t see to harm of lighting a small fire in the cave. With near clear skies, you can tell tonight will be cold. Twilight fades into a halcyon night with the silver sparkles of stars watching over you. The fire crackles softly and your chocobo nestles down, burying her head in her body. Feeling suddenly drowsy yourself, you snuggle down close to your feather friend and watch the flames dance up into the air. You stare at them as your eyes are eventually forced shut.
*Kirke – your chocobo’s name is from Greek Mythology ^^