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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...
I've been meaning to ask, but where did you get that sword?
. . .
Cloud's brows furrow, his eyes give me a weird look. "My sword?" Cloud reaches for his sword, then assesses it himself. "Yeah, where did you get it?" I ask, peering at the sword. He hands me the sword as he takes a second to ponder. I grip the blade's handle and to my surprise, it wasn't as heavy as I expected.
"My . . . sword . . ." Cloud mutters, almost like he's in a trance. Suddenly he clutches his head in pain.
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"Cloud? Cloud!?" I hold the sword with one hand as the other grabs his shoulder to see if he's okay. "Where does it hurt!?"
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As if broken from a trance and had heard my voice, Cloud stops holding his head as he raises it and meets my eyes. "Celeste?"
I release a weary sigh. "You scared the shit out of me!" I playfully slap his shoulder, but not too hard. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm . . . fine," Cloud gives me an uneasy smile. I hand Cloud his sword as he takes it, then gazes at it.
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"I . . . don't remember where I got it." That was the end of our conversation talking about Cloud's sword's origins. But that doesn't shake the feeling on why his sword is so familiar to me . . .
