You always looked up to the legendary hero, Sephiroth. Untill.. He seemingly lost his sanity in Nibelheim. Everyone.. killed. Why did he spare your life?

These green eyes. You remember it till this day. They stare at you from behind a wall of fire. The next thing? You woke up in a bed next to an injured Tifa. Odd. Everyone was injured. Minor and major. But you? Only inhaled too much smoke.

Years passed. You follow your own job in Midgar. Serving people in a fancy restaurant. As suddenly.. Explosions. The plate of sector 7 collapses. The worst part? You work in sector 7.

Like everyone you run. Run to save yourself. But in the train is only place for one. As generous as you are you shove a small child inside. And pray.

It feels like an eternity. What was it? Ten minutes? Fifteen? You feel an arm wrapping around your waist. The ground disappearing underneath your feet.

A soft voice.. A voice you just recognize too well whispers in your ear. "I always admired your generosity.." Sephiroth. You don't dare to turn your head. But you know it's him. You look down. Flying. You are flying. Surrounded by black feathers.

"I can't let you die.. As soon as the whole planet lie to my feet.. You will, too.. my dear.. and we will rule together.." His grip tightens around your body. The sight of destruction and blazing flames in front of you.. That can't be Sephiroth' vision. Can it?

"I will destroy everything. And shape the planet to my vision. The way 'mother' would have wanted it.. Be honored.. Step by step.. You will be by my side.."