Seven Eighths - A Final Fantasy Fanfiction

Chappy 1

A/N: So, I've had this story for a while, and I'm personally unsure as to whether or not it's any good... it was written without chapters, just like, endless text because I didn't think I'd ever upload it. So, here it is, if it sucks please don't kill me!

Ugh... the red text on the book cover >>

says A Final Fantasy Fanfiction, obviously. When it was 500 by 300 (roughly) it was pretty clear but when I shrunk it to fit Wattpad, it got too blurry... WAH!!!!!

 Vincent sat up, pushing himself slowly to his feet. Strange… where am I? He glanced around, looking for the sight of something familiar to mark his location. Nothing. Did some fool find the coffin and decide I was dead and bury me? I’m definitely underground, although it doesn’t look like a grave… more like a cavern… there’s a lot of lava…

Vincent spun around as something brushed his shoulder. His eyes widened in curiosity. “Ifrit…?” he wondered, staring at the summon.

“You are the immortal… I remember you. You slept for many years.”

Vincent didn’t say anything, just gestured for the creature to go on.

“You must be curious. Yes… humans usually are. Many many years after Shinra was destroyed, perhaps eight hundred, maybe less, humans once again tried to use the Lifestream to fuel weapons and people. However, no one tried to stop them, so the summons, myself included, who are remnants of the Cetras’ will, melded our powers and wiped humanity away, allowing only a few to survive, and rending the land apart. The world is vastly different now, I’ll say it’s been maybe two hundred years since we destroyed everything. The Materia was destroyed as well, so that no remnants of the Lifestream remained above ground for humans to use, and only a few of us summons survived without our shells. A few new ones were born as well… your Materia is unharmed, however, because we felt that we owed you that much at least, since you would be forced to live, not only without your friends, but in a different world entirely. You can still summon our dead brothers through what Materia you have, although it may be much more taxing than usual for you.”

Vincent didn’t reply, didn’t let anything cross his face, though his eyes reflected not only the light of the lava, but flashes of curiosity and sadness. Ifrit looked up, attention diverted.

“Humans have come to challenge me for the right to use my power… goodbye, Vincent Valentine. Perhaps we may meet again.”

Vincent stared at the beast as it ascended through a hole above him. “Humans… are they truly such foolish creatures?” he wondered, as he leapt up to a ledge, then again to the brim of the hole.

Humans have always been foolish. They always will be foolish. You are no exception, Vincent Valentine. Had you not been sleeping, we could have stopped them.

“Chaos… didn’t you leave my body after Omega was destroyed?” Vincent hissed.

The summons restored me, along with the Protomateria, although I feel the last bit was entirely unnecessary.

Vincent snarled, but didn’t say anything, instead looking up to see the humans who were fighting Ifrit. The beast appeared to be toying with them, though Vincent supposed that they wouldn’t stand a chance if he were truly fighting.

Leaping up from the last ledge, Vincent slipped towards the wall while the other peoples’ attention was diverted. He watched as Ifrit turned into something roughly the shape of a ball, with flickering flames around its edges. Like Materia… perhaps they would even know how to use it if they were shown.