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In life every choice has a consequence. For the young mercenary, Celeste Castel, her choice would decide the Planet's fate. When she meets a young man named Cloud Strife, she is asked one of the most hardest questions that will affe...
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I jump out of bed - startled, and sensing a cold presence nearby. I look around the room to see . . . nothing. Was it my imagination? Just an unfamiliar room with a bed, I was just sleeping on. I make my way to the door but as I'm reaching for the doorknob, my eyes wander to the ring I'm wearing.
It's not any ordinary ring, it's my weapon in combat. It's almost like magic really, whenever I need it, a blade suddenly appears in hand. Particularly a sword.
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I don't have any memories of receiving this magical ring, it's always been on my right ring finger since I could remember. As I'm pondering about my weapon's origins, the door in front of me swings open violently, by a certain blond spiky-haired guy and long black haired girl.
*BAM!!*
. . .
I stumble back clutching my injured forehead from the violent door opening. A bump begins to form on my head. "Miss, you're finally awake! Could you come with us?" Tifa peeks her head behind the door to where I was standing. Urgency can be heard in her voice. "It's an emergency especially since you're one of us now!"
"Ow . . ." I heave a painful groan.
"M-Miss!!" Tifa's hands land on my shoulders. "What happened!? Are you okay-"
"You two come barging in with no heads up, hopefully with something good?" I wince, touching the bump.
"Bad! Bad news, Miss!" Tifa's response seems agitated. Cloud stands nearby the door with his arms crossed, and with a worried look.
"Please. Don't call me 'Miss.' I stifle a morning yawn, stretching my arms back and hearing a cracking noise in the process. "I ain't that old. I'm probably the same age as you two, if not younger."
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Tifa quickly apologizes. "But this is really important!" Tifa runs outside, with Cloud and I, hot on her trail. The second we reach outside, in the sky, these weird dark spirits fly all over the place. "We were getting ready to set out when those things showed up and came after us!"
