Its around here somewhere, I think.
-Came the soft little voice of the small reaper called Kira. The child spirit conjurer whom had only met Vincent and Reeve weeks before. She had traveled quite the long way from the calling departed of the graves in Midgar and Edge, and now seemed to have made her way to the outskirts of Banora. How she had made such a journey all on her lonesome through the unforgiving landscape, was anyone's guess. She held securely to her little dolly she seemed to carry around with her everywhere, a doll that seemed to deter anyone from staring too long, such an ugly little thing. Its twisted little stitched mouth seemed to establish a thin line across the features of its contorted little face, while large sown black button eyes appeared to give the silent 100 yard stare. The girl seemed to look down at the strange toy for a moment before continuing onward through the wilted grass ahead of her, and into the orchards of the secluded ghost of a village.-
Its ok Moppy, it won't be too much longer, then we can go home to aunty Raijin until daddy comes home. Hopefully, he won't be gone too long this time...
-The poor girls brow furrowed in an almost unreadable expression, one had to wonder with words like that how often her father really was gone, well, as well as how anyone gave birth to a reaper to begin with. Who would assign such a job to a child? Was it destiny? Was she trained to do this from birth? Or, was she really some type of god... one could only guess. Slowly, the child walked up to a strong, well aged tree in the middle of the orchard, one that had bore fruit it seemed before the rest. Apples. What a lovely bright and interestingly colored fruit, they looked as though someone had taken a bright red one and proceeded to paint over it in firm strokes of blush pink and even an almost violet Magenta. An almost purple apple really was a sight to see, and these ones only grew in the ruins of Banora. The child's eyes glittered with wonder, she had not eaten in so long, and she was sure, that whom she was going to meet, would appreciate a meal too. She huffed, putting down her dolly before summoning her elongated and razor sharp sickle. She raised it up to a lower branch that she could barely reach in order to cut two apples from the branch in one precise swing, quite the arm for a kid. She then squeaked softly as she caught one apple, but the other gently bonked her on the head before falling gently to the grass and rolling a foot away.-
Oww...
-She rubbed at her little blondish platinum curls rather cutely before waddling over and picking up the second apple, before returning quietly for her dolly, her weapon having vanished the moment she was hit by the fruit assault.-
Do you think he will be hungry Moppy? He's been taking such a long nap...
-Hummed the little girl as she began off, past the trees and deeper into the ruins of those quietly forgotten little hollow by those of the outside world. How long had it been now... 20 years? Had to be at least that perhaps.-
He will be sad that it has to be this way, you will help me make him comfy, won't you?
-The child looked down at her doll, its expression seemed to have... changed. Creepy. Its thin line of a mouth had changed to quite the unsettling frown, stitching stretched across its woven material features. Seriously who makes a doll like that and gives it to there child? It should have been considered a crime punishable with a proper bitch slapping, to be fair however, at least she seemed to find some comfort in its existence, unnerving to others or not. Her steely little blue grey eyes seemed to drift off to the rubble of a once proud statue of years past. It looked like it once had been the depiction of a woman, an idol to a goddess perhaps? Whatever had happened to it however did not appear to have eroded it, no, it almost seemed as though some event had lead to its near complete destruction. Those little eyes however quickly swiveled back to the area in front of the child, she froze, what she now saw looked to be quite the ravenous beast. A large nightmarish genetically modified abomination hound from Shinra's old lab seemed to have migrated out here to this woodland abode, and it did not take kindly to the girls presence, or, perhaps it merely saw her as its next meal.-
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Legacy of a Star Child
Fanfic1000 Years ago, a young man wished upon a shooting star, just as the world ended. His wish, was that even if he perished, this world that he spent his entire existence protecting would continue on without him. That was the day that the darkness swal...
