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"And So It Begins..." He was bound, and hanging downward. The vines wrapped around his arms and legs were strong and covered in withered leaves that rustled in the wind. He stirred, but did not budge. The man opened his eyes, slowly blinking away the sticky film that had formed while they were closed. But even when his eyes were clear, they refused to focus as he willed. He struggled frantically to free his hands, but his bonds only tightened further, digging into his wrists. Finally, he stopped, discouraged. Then he remembered. As he spoke a single word, waves of fire slid off his hands, dissolving the vines that held him. He felt himself starting to drop. It was thirty long feet to the forest floor, a distance filled with tree limbs and painful thumps. Too startled to yell, he braced himself. Thump, thump, thump..... thud. The impact on the sodden jungle floor was decidedly anticlimactic. He tumbled over into a pile of leaves before coming to a stop a few feet from one of the trees he had been hanging from. Holding his aching head with one hand, the man in black leather picked twigs out of his silver hair with the other. Slowly, the world came into focus. ...Where was he, anyway? Last thing he remembered was... He couldn’t remember that either. Sweeping his emerald eyes over the tangled foliage, he racked his brains for the answers. ...Sephiroth... Lower than a whisper floated the word, bubbling from unseen depths. It burst and everything came flooding back. He was angry, and frustrated, but his head was clear. The jungle foliage withered around him, shrinking and decaying into flakes that scattered in a sudden gust of wind. Sephiroth raised his arm to shield his eyes against the assault of particles. When he lowered it, he was no longer in a jungle. The dry, cracked plateau stretched out limitlessly beneath the blood-red sky. There wasn’t a trace of greenery to be found. As he gazed in wonder, the wind blew again, twisting the ends of his hair. ...Find me... The voice was soft, but insistent. It seemed so surreal, that for the first time he wondered if he was dreaming. Or if he was even still alive. He could almost taste the blood and feel the sword embedded in his chest, as his energy slipped away into the Lifestream. He shook the confusion away and walked forward towards.... nothing. Next Back