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FFVII
Mountain-Top Meeting

Genre: Action/ Adventure/ Emotive themes
Setting: 3 years after DoC
Rating: M
Status: WIP
OCs: 25%
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy VII names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix. However, this story and the OCs are ALL mine. Thank you.

MOUNTAIN-TOP MEETING

Cloud walked the steps up with tense alertness. The sounds of moaning and crying was not what he expected, but he continued warily with swords in both hands. He approached the top. Across the plateau, the haze dissipated, becoming an impenetrable cloud suspended above a lone vulnerable figure, an elderly woman. Her lustrous white hair swept around her body and her hands stretched outwards in surrender to the toxic mass.

With the air cleared, his arrival was more visible, and he prepared for a confrontation. But instead of a fight, he viewed people scattered over the plateau, groveling and struggling to stand. They were considerably weakened and Weiss was not amongst them. Cloud’s gaze returned to the woman, the only one who appeared to have any strength left. She remained steady as the black tempest swelled around her. The substance began disappearing, until it faded altogether. She suddenly collapsed and the black mist swirled down and into her like a mini tornado.

From the crowd of people, a woman, dressed in tan pants with a belted open robe, rushed at Cloud with two slender blades, and a roaring shout, “Beware, it’s the hybrid!”

It was a name Cloud hadn’t heard before. He blocked in time and fired back his own attack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s not a surprise you would be here at a time like this.” She slashed into his defense, and her voice was full of wrath.

Cloud frowned at her confusing remark. Who was this woman anyway? He kept up with his solid assault as she swung into him with more determination.

A young man, brandishing two swords, ran over to them, and appeared ready to join the fray.

The woman gave him a brief glance and ordered, “Stay back! This is personal.”

Cloud eyed her with building suspicion. “Who are you?” He was sure he had never met her before.

“That’s right!” She replied with biting sarcasm, “You don’t know me.” Her fighting, fierce, she drove into him. No slack. No backing down.

He paused with initial concern – was she reading his thoughts?

She pushed into him with merciless speed. Her skillful technique with her weapons was nothing he had witnessed before. He gave her no opportunity to land any blows on him, it would be lethal. But he was tiring of fighting, and what was worse, he could sense no Jenova taint from her.

The people on the plaza dived out the way as Cloud and the woman circled and quick-stepped with rapid arching shots. Their blades connected, bringing her so close, he saw contempt burning in her eyes. She growled, “What did you do with her?”

Cloud creased his brow in genuine puzzlement. “Her? Marlene?” Anger overcame him that she would accuse him of hurting her. “What did you do to her?! She’s a mess.” He said through gritted teeth, “You endangered her life for your own plans!”

“One like you would never understand,” she replied.

“You’re right, I don’t.” His swords flew into hers, never halting for a moment. “But I do know you almost got her killed.”

“We’re all fighting this war,” She snapped, “She is no exception.”

Cloud’s temper flared, “And that boy down there – he was no exception? He’s a kid and you didn’t protect him. And now he’s dead.”

The young man waiting on the sidelines suddenly lowered his swords and cried with disbelief, “Ely’s dead?”

Marlene stepped onto the plaza from the steps. At the mention of the boy’s name, she fell to her knees with a mournful cry, “He’s gone…”

The woman’s voice was cold like sharp steel. “You are mistaken.”

Cloud shot back with annoyance, “No. He’s dead.”

The young man ran to the edge and then turned to Marlene, “Is it true, Marlene?”

“I saw…” She nodded her tear-stained face and moaned, “He’s really… been killed.”

With the appearance of Marlene, Cloud was now worried about the potential threat to her. So far, he could sense no Jenova on the people, but it was in the air and hovering over one point; the woman lying on the ground. To add to his irritation, there was no sign of Weiss.

The woman clicked her tongue and shook her short tawny hair. “Fools! You know nothing.”

“Where’s Weiss?” Cloud was frustrated with the time-wasting combat, when Weiss was probably getting away.

“Why should I tell you?” She snarled.

Cloud clenched his blade with building fury. Gunshots echoed through the canyon. The source of the sound came from a distance away and not below them. He could have sworn it was Veld’s weapon. “I will find out.”

Their sword play finally came to a standoff. Neither of them backing off, the woman directed the tip of one of her swords at Cloud’s neck, while his blades were poised at her middle.

“You should have died years ago.” Despite her words, she held her blade steady. “You have the Jenova.”

His eyes glowed with mako wrath, and he stood alert, ready to rip into her. He would not go down without taking her with him. “I can’t die that easily.”

She frowned with resentment. “I realize that. No-one with the taint is easy to kill, but they do die.”

Behind him, he heard the young man speaking to Marlene with tender kindness. “I’m sorry about Ely…”

Marlene replied, “I’m… me too. But… Branan?” After a silent pause, she sprung up and dashed over to Cloud and pulled on his arm. She cried with tremulous alarm, “Stop Talana, don’t kill him!”

The woman’s gaze remained on Cloud’s face, and she spat out in reply, “He’s full of the poison.”

“Marlene, get back!” Cloud raised his voice in warning. He could do nothing with her so close, nor did he want her to witness what might be coming.

“No,” Marlene stumbled over her words, “It’s not… I was wrong.” She ignored him and stared at the woman with a pained expression. “I know he is, but… he’s… Cloud’s not like them.”

Out from the people, an older man, robed and with his weapon sheathed at his hip, approached them. His calm voice brought some peace to the situation. “She’s right. This one seems different.”

Cloud met eyes with the newcomer and sensed some sanity in the elder man’s reasonable tone. His expression was not one of challenge, but of amicable regard. The tension in Cloud’s body fell away and he said with hesitant admission, “I am.”

Marlene looked between the woman and the man with a questioning expression, “Dassiel, I thought… I saw the Jenova in the air.” Her cheeks shaded with pink. “You all looked so…sick… I feared the worst.”

Dassiel gave her a grim stare. “You won’t need to fear—“

“It would have destroyed us,” Talana stared at her, her brows frowning with derision, “But we have been spared.” Her eyes shifted to the figure on the ground.

“She has sacrificed herself for us all.” The man’s voice was strained with sadness.

Marlene’s eyes widened with shock. “Althaea?!” she whispered, “But how?”

Cloud’s gaze went to the woman he viewed before. Without wounds or any sign of injury, she lay peacefully, with her hands on her chest. Those around her had gathered her long white hair and placed it across her shoulder. A faint dark film was over her body, like an aura of shadow. It was unsettling to see so much Jenova on one person, but there was something else he sensed. “She’s still alive.” He relaxed his arms and let down his swords.

“True,” Dassiel replied.

“No.” Talana’s voice remained barbed, “She exists. Neither here, nor in the Life-stream.”

In bewilderment, Cloud stared past the sword pointed at him, to the old woman. Apart from the tainted mist around her, she appeared to be resting.

Marlene gaped with wonder. “How did she do this?”

The young man, named Branan, came to stand beside Marlene. “It’s her special gift. Absorpt—”

“Branan!” Talana barked, “Enough! We are already compromised.”

Branan flashed her an angry glare.

Cloud studied the old woman with more understanding. All the Jenova contamination must have been drawn into the woman and somehow contained within her.

“What does it mean, Dassiel?”Marlene lifted her hands in a pleading manner.

Dassiel touched Talana’s arm, forcing it down. With gruffness in his tone, he replied, “She has taken all our injuries from this battle into herself.” His eyes conveyed a profound truth, “You have experienced her gift previously.”

Cloud gazed at Marlene with a questioning look.

She nodded with a thoughtful pause, and mumbled, “So that’s what it was…” she stared up Talana with a spark of excitement in her eyes, “You really did mean it?” She dashed towards the edge of the Plaza.

~ 7 ~

Ely woke from what seemed like a heavy drugged sleep. He remained still, not wanting to move from such a relaxed state. He wasn’t sure he could move anyway, his limbs felt like lead – like he hadn’t moved for weeks.

Someone crouched beside him.

Light hurt his eyes, and he squinted up at – an older teenager? But who? Was he the enemy – a Harbinger? A large snout sniffed at his ear. They had dogs?

Pushing his fingers into Ely’s neck, the teenager said, “You’re wrong Shelke, he’s alive.”

Blood started flowing through Ely’s limbs, bringing back life. Life… that’s right, he was… somewhere… else. He tried swatting away the nose, but his hand trembled at his chest. He spoke, and his voice was like rocks travelling up his throat. “Do you have to?” Who were these people? Although he was more concerned with the strange lion creature breathing into his face than the kid touching him.

“Yeah,” the kid, his brown wavy fringe falling over his eyes, smiled, “You look good to go.”

A girl came to stand beside them. Her eyes were bright blue, but cold, and her voice was crisp, and not like a child’s at all. “It would seem he is not dead after all. I believe something must have occurred, I am rarely mistaken.”

“Mmm,” the teenager replied, “maybe, but, whatever. I’m glad you’re wrong this time.”

Ely tried to sit, but his body was sluggish, “Yeah… wait…” he groaned as his legs tingled with blood now circulating through his body. His fight with the soldiers flooded into his thoughts. His last vision… but no, he was somewhere else – with someone. Who was that? It was like a dream he couldn’t grasp. A conversation he wanted to know – it was important – but he couldn’t remember. “Damn… I was somewhere…” It was a place that felt like home… his home.

A fervent cry came from the ledge above them. “Ely! You’re alive!”

He peered upwards, hardly able to see against the fading sun. But he guessed who it was.

Marlene hung her torso over the edge, waving, and knowing her, probably crying as well. No matter, he was still pleased to see her. He tried waving back, but somehow could only give a token smile. He remembered something else. Belia. She was sick – and she was gone. Then again, he shouldn’t even be there either – alive. The forgotten dream from his death kept haunting his thoughts, and he kept wanting to sink back into that place again.

“Hi Denzel!” Marlene yelled and waved frantically. “And Shelke! And…” she hesitated, “Nanaki?”

Denzel flicked Marlene a two finger salute, and chuckled at the orange-red lion, shaking its head. He said, “We’ll tell her when we get up there.”

Shelke stared up with a pensive expression. “I am not sure how safe it is to ascend. Although I can’t hear any more combat.”

“If Marlene’s hanging over the edge like that, yelling and smiling like a moggle, it’s probably alright.” He said to Ely, “You might need some healing and rest.”

Ely patted his chest. Wounds were still present although more superficial than life threatening. The amount of blood everywhere was startling – and it was his blood. “Yeah…” he tried getting to his feet, but the teen was right. “I don’t know what happened.” Or why he was alive when he shouldn’t be.

“We’re the same.” Denzel smiled. “I’m Denzel by the way.”

“Ely.” He glanced around the ledge, even though he knew he wouldn’t see her. “Did you see a girl around here? Small, white hair?”

“We have seen no one through the tunnels,” Shelke answered.

Ely lowered his head and gave a sad sigh. “Thanks.”

“Maybe she will be up there?” Denzel nodded upwards.

Ely pursed his lips together. “Maybe…” It was a nice thought, but, his doubts were too strong.

~ 7 ~

Marlene’s relaxed manner gave Cloud some comfort, but the woman’s menacing glare kept him on edge. Everything in him bristled with agitation over her irrational contempt.

After a moment of studying him with an unyielding stare, Talana sheathed one of her swords, but the second remained in her grip, a reminder she was prepared for action.

Cloud reconnected Sidewinder into his Defender blade, and lowered it, but kept it ready. “Where’s Weiss?” Bypassing Talana, he looked at Dassiel, “He was here?”

Talana replied, “You’re too late. He’s gone.”

“Where has he gone?”

Talana replied, “Is it in our interests to tell you?”

Cloud gripped his sword tight, trying to hold back his temper. “You’re wasting my time. You either know or you don’t.”

Dassiel turned to Talana and spoke as if Cloud wasn’t present. “Perhaps he is the one prophecy spoke of.”

Talana, her green eyes blazing at Cloud, snapped, “No!” Her lips made a hard line. “Not him.”

Dassiel’s shoulders slumped and he sighed with annoyed resignation.

Cloud stared at the two and his angry gaze stopped at Talana. His first meeting with Cetras was turning into an unpleasant experience. “I don’t care who you people are, or what you want, I only want to find Deepground. That means Weiss, and Genesis.”

Branan stepped forward and folded his arms over his chest. “Do you fight against the Harbingers?”

Cloud turned to the young man with a nod of acknowledgement. “I’m fighting anyone who has anything to do with Deepground.”

“Genesis…” Dassiel stroked his bearded chin. “We have heard of him. But we know little of his position or power. Weiss, however, is the leader of the Harbingers.”

Cloud didn’t know much about Genesis either, but, if he was able to get what he wanted from Tifa, who knew what he could become, even immortal, “Genesis used to be in SOLDIER, but that’s irrelevant now. He’s teamed up with Weiss and together they may be more powerful.”

“And they have my mother.” Marlene embraced Cloud’s arm and said, “And she’s really important.”

Cloud gave her a weak smile, and realized he hadn’t asked her anything of what she knew.

Branan screwed his lips up in vexation. “They have a lot of things right now. Their list is getting longer.”

“And ours shorter,” Talana huffed impatiently.

Marlene hung her head. “I’m sorry about that…”

“It couldn’t be helped,” A hint of remorse was in Talana’s voice. “It is fortunate you are still alive.”

Branan grinned, “And all of us. Except…”

“Perhaps, but if we do not get the white materia back,” Dassiel said, “None of us will be alive.” He gave Marlene a grim look. “Including your mother.”

Cloud didn’t have the urge to tell them how significant Tifa was to their enemies plan, or that it might be too late. Even as they spoke, every minute of opportunity was speeding by. “The white materia will stop the spread of Jenova?”

“We aren’t entirely sure of that—“ Dassiel started.

“It will combat the black materia,” Talana said, “And currently that is our gravest threat.”

Dassiel added, “Jenova is contaminating the planet at an alarming speed, we believe the black materia is going to… enhance it – for want of a better term.”

“I’ve seen the Jenova,” Marlene said, her eyes wide in recollection. “It’s sickening.”

Cloud nodded. “I’ve seen it too, and it’s in the life-stream.”

Dassiel gave him a questioning glance. “You’re seen it in the life-stream?” He scanned Talana’s face, who was scowling with mistrust.

“Not only seen. I’ve been through it.” Cloud had walked through it, a whole city of it; he even fought it, but he thought it better not to mention that. They were only beginning to be at ease with him, and most likely the taint they could sense from him. “Jenova is taking over.”

Talana, Dassiel stared at him silently. Branan mumbled, “Maybe Gaia really doesn’t know what she’s doing…”

Ignoring him, and with sudden concern over how the situation was descending into more problems, Cloud said, “You said the black materia is going to enhance it? You know it’s going to be used?”

“We know they have it,” Talana replied.

“This black materia is unlike the one called Meteor,” Dassiel explained, “I believe it possesses the essence of Jenova itself, and has gathered more and more power over the years, to form something extremely formidable.”

Cloud frowned with consideration. Meteor was never specifically meant for evil, but was used by an evil man. “It was never meant to be that way? It’s been corrupted?”

Talana studied him with a keen eye. She gave a sharp nod to Dassiel.

Dassiel took a breath and said, “Originally the black and white materia was in a neutral form different to the usual materia. Even their ancient name is unlike them. Humans named it materia, but the truth is there are various forms with differing powers with unique names. Jenova has found a way to embue itself within the darkness of the…” he paused, “seed.”

Talana added, “If it is not countered, the black materia will dominate what is left of the life-stream on the planet.”

Cloud said with some skepticism, “That’s a weighty endeavor for a man to pull off…”

“Certainly, the power needed to activate and wield it would kill a man—,” Dassiel said.

“They will find a way to do it,” Talana stormed in.

Dassiel continued, “If they have any way of acquiring an immortal body or heightened resistance through ancient materia, or better known as, the proto-materia, it can be done.”

Cloud sensed his heart sinking with dread. They had failed previously to gain the proto-materia, but now perhaps they wouldn’t need it, “So that’s it…” Genesis was seeking to gain immortal flesh, or at least heightened power through Cloud’s DNA.

“That’s right,” Talana shot out, “And the white materia is our only defense against this scourge.”

Cloud took a deep breath and attempted to steady his racing heart. There was a distinct sense they were able to perceive his thoughts, but he pushed on, knowing there must be more to it all. “You know all this, but you don’t know where their base is?”

Talana hesitated, “We don’t.”

Branan stepped forward, and with a hand on his waist, he tapped his head. “Not yet.” He grinned broadly, “But I will. I only need some time.”

Cloud said, “How?”

Dassiel grinned at Branan. “Good job.”

Talana had a look of admiration. “Glad to see you had some forethought this time.”

Branan flushed. “Kinda…”

“The Oracle asked you.” Talana gave a disdainful shake of her head.

“Branan!” Marlene cried, “What did you do?”

“I put a type of Tracking spell on it. Easy. I usually do it with pe—“

“Speak no more of it,” Talana ordered.

Despite her harsh reprimand, Branan stood smirking at them.

Cloud was impressed, but even more, that he might finally know the whereabouts of Deepground. “When will you know?”

Branan scratched his head in thought. “I’m going to rest abit and meditate some.”

Talana losing patience, much like Cloud was, snapped, “When? Two hours? Next week?”

“Yeah, should be tonight some time.” He shrugged. “Hey… might depend on the distance.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Talana said.

Deneh appeared on the plaza from the stairs. She stopped and nodded towards the Cetras. “Greetings.”

At her appearance the Cetras bowed their heads. Dassiel stepped forward and knelt by her. “We greet you child of the Tane-Rangi-Tangaroa.” He seemed to speak on behalf of all the Cetras, by sweeping his arm indicating the others, “We are blessed by your presence here."

Deneh placed her paw on his shoulder and her amber eyes sparkled with goodwill. “There is no need to bow, we are friends. Our races are allies, and finally we may stand together in freedom.”

Smiling, Dassiel stood and turned to Talana. “This is a favourable sign.”

Talana’s eyes creased with unease. “Perhaps. It will be much more favourable when we know what we are doing.”

Cloud nodded. He couldn’t agree more.

Branan punched his fist into his hand and his eyes lit up with excitement. “I can feel it. This is going to be monumental.”

“Less talk from you and more finding the materia,” Talana retorted.

Dassiel put his hand on Branan’s shoulder. “Meanwhile, we will take care of the Oracle. Lay her in safety and mourn our loss.”

Talana sighed. “We shall.”

Deneh nodded. “Nanaki will be here soon, and those with him. We will mourn alongside of you.”

Talana cast a wary glance at Cloud. “There are more of you?”

“If you mean ‘humans’ then yes,” he replied, “But none of them are like me.”

Dassiel spoke up. “Perhaps the time is coming for the fulfilment of prophecy.”

Talana pursed her lips together with scorn. “We’ll see.”

Cloud wasn’t sure what Veld’s motivation was towards the Cetras, but he didn’t think Elfie would consider any adverse actions. But then again, they were the ones who wanted to find Cetras in the first place, and they were the ones who wanted and knew about the Purifcation program. “They are fighting to save the Planet.” They were more passionate about it than Cloud.

“I doubt humans understand what that means,” Talana muttered with scorn. As she turned to head inside, she said to Branan, “You better get started.”

“I’m on it.” Branan dashed off after her.

Dassiel said to Marlene, “Would you like to accompany us as we assist the Oracle?”

Marlene glanced up at Cloud with indecision, “Umm…”

“We will not spirit you away,” Dassiel smiled. “Althaea would be pleased to have you there.” He reached out his hand. “Come.”

At his comment, Cloud eyed Dassiel, but said to Marlene, “It’s alright. I’m sure you will be fine.”

“It’s not that,” Marlene grumbled, “it’s…” she looked over her shoulder. “But, Althaea has done so much for me.”

“Go.” Cloud was eager to speak with Marlene, but he also wanted to find out what happened to Veld. He nodded with a small smile at her flustering, “I’ve got some calls to make anyway.”

Cloud watched Marlene follow Dassiel through the entrance of the dwellings within the mountain as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He dialed Reeve and received a polite recorded message. That was not promising. Next he tried Vincent. This time the phone rang out. At least it was ringing.

After a moment he decided to dial another number. Couldn’t hurt to try.

“Shit Cloud! You got through.” Cid’s voice crackled through the receiver.

“Yeah, I’m as surprised as you,” Cloud replied with relief he was actually talking to someone.

“We tried you aways back, but nothing. Where the hell are ya?”

“Cosmos Canyon. You?”

“Rocket-town. Dropped Barrett off along with most of the ground crew. Picked up some civilians who were in trouble, but $%&* what am I going to do with ‘em?” Cid grumbled, “They’ve gonna slow me down.”

Cloud sighed with relief he and Barrett had made it back at least, but he agreed about the townsfolk. “Yeah, civilians could be a problem. Did you speak to Reeve?”

“Can’t get through.” Cid made an angry grunt, “Look’s bad down there – like a war-zone. They blew a hole in the west building and Barrett and the guys have gone to check it out.”

As he listened to Cid, Denzel and Shelke came up from the stairs, alongside them was the youngster – very much alive. Transfixed, Cloud stared, amazed to see him, walking and looking healthy, but he was more shocked at his presence, and who he might be.

“Shit, Cloud!” Cid shouted with sudden consternation. “Are you even listening to me?! There’s friggin’ mechs firing at our troops!”

Cloud frowned with surprise and building fear at what the battle machines would be capable of. “Can’t you take them out?”

“Yeah, yeah, smart-f*ing-ass,” Cid growled, “I’ll blow the %$#ing walking metal sky-high and turn ‘em into hunks of scrap. Too bad you aren’t here to see it.”

Cloud rolled his eyes at his blustering. “Keep them out of WRO and don’t get shot while doing it.”

Cid’s voice was muffled as if he had lowered the phone, and he shouted at something in the distance, “Piece of shit hardware, firing at the Shera.” His voice came through again, “Running into trouble now. Love ya and leave ya for now, kid. Gotta save someone’s arse. You do what you need to do on that end.”

“Right.” Cloud wondered if there was anything he could tell him, but there was nothing except for Cid to keep safe. Barrett and Reeve were out in it, and he couldn’t do anything to help them, and he was already on the brink of a battle himself. “Keep in touch.” With his eyes still on the boy, he pocketed his phone.

Denzel scanned the plaza. Apart from a handful of locals it was empty of people. “Hey, where’s Marlene?”

“She’s inside with the others.” Cloud glanced over his shoulder. “She’ll be out when she’s finished.” He turned back to study the adolescent. Nearly everything about him was the same, except he was a younger version, even a fine-looking blade was sticking out from a sheath on his back. He stood level with Denzel, although he was probably a year younger if not more. His expression was confident, and his black spikey hair drooped over his sky-blue eyes, boldly watching Cloud with a curious awe.

Cloud was astonished by him, and not least that he was alive. He couldn’t recall any mention of a family member, except, he wasn’t surprised there would be someone. It caused him to wonder if Zac spoke of this boy during Cloud’s mako-jenova induced stupor. From the fog of his disjointed memories, he could almost grasp some recollection, but with them waiting for him to speak, he could not dwell on it further. “You’re lucky to be here.” Whoever the boy was, Cloud would have to find out later.

The boy frowned with a thoughtful gaze. “Yeah… I know…” He gently shook his head, “I really don’t know… where I was…”

Cloud watched him with a half-grin. He could guess where that probably was. The kid certainly looked like Cloud’s old friend, but something different was about him. He was quiet, almost pensive. But then again, death could do that to you.

The boy stared into the distance and finally muttered, “It felt like… I was home.” He ran his hand through his long strands, “but I can’t remember it… weird…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Cloud nodded.

Denzel said, “You’re here now,” he smirked, “And Marlene sure was glad to see you.”

Ely’s face tinged and he rushed his words out, “Yeah… well, she didn’t really have anyone else… around.”

“You probably saved her a few times.” Denzel chuckled.

“Maybe.” Ely smiled in return. “She saved me just as much. But, Belia, she saved us the most.”

The boy was modest too. Yeah, he was different. Cloud remembered the girl again, “She’s a Cetra child? And she’s not here?”

Ely darted an anxious glance around the plateau, and he lowered his voice, “She’s… I don’t know where she is. Yeah, the Cetras are – they didn’t get on with her.” He finished weakly, “They keep to themselves.”

“Cetras?!” Denzel gave a hurried look around the Plaza. “You met some?”

“Sure.” Ely shrugged non-chalantly.

“We were questioning their existence,” Shelke said, “Finally we know the truth. However, why would Cetras not approve of another Cetra?”

“Ah…” Ely’s eyes skirted around their faces, and he mumbled, “I think it’s complicated…”

It wasn’t a surprise to Cloud, from what he had seen so far, they seemed a touchy bunch. He said to Denzel and Shelke, “Whatever their reasoning may be, they’re here, inside.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “But, don’t say anything to them, or to anyone else. If they want to speak of themselves, they can.” He cast a warning look at Denzel. “Don’t be curious.”

Denzel made a sour face, but replied with compliance, “That’ll be hard, but… I won’t question them.”

Cloud softened his tone. “I get the feeling it wouldn’t go down well. And I don’t want them running.”

Shelke nodded. “You are correct.” She turned her astute gaze on Denzel. “They will not tolerate being treated as ‘specimens’.”

Denzel raised his hands in indignation. “Hey, I have nothing but respect for them.” He clenched his fist at his chest. “I’m the one who believed in them in the first place.”

Cloud put his hand on his shoulder. “I know. And I didn’t doubt you.”

Ely said, “You wouldn’t want to get on their bad side, that’s for sure. They’re tough.”

Cloud turned from Denzel and gave Ely his full attention. “Ely is it? So where is home?”

“I’m from Edge,” Ely answered with pride, “But, Gongagga is more like home.”

“Why were you in Edge?” Cloud was taken aback that someone would want to move to the city while he wanted to get out.

Ely averted Cloud’s gaze and said, “I wanted to join WRO.”

“You’re one of the recruits!” Denzel cried, “That’s where I’ve seen you.”

Shelke looked Ely over with approval. “You must have been in the last intake of juniors at Edge, before they opened up at Rocket-town.”

Denzel clapped him on the back, and spread his hand toward Shelke. “This is Shelke. She’s the number one stealth agent—”

Shelke stared Ely straight on, her blue eyes gleaming, “I am the Commander of the Espionage Unit and a Senior Technical Analysis Advisor.”

Ely’s eyes spread in surprise. “Ah… cool.”

“She really is the best.” Denzel nodded with admiration.

Shelke’s eyes flickered between them. “I have spent my life in training. It is to be expected.”

“And she really means that,” Denzel said.

Ely said to Denzel, “and what do you do?”

“I’m in the Juniors, but Rank 1.” Denzel straightened his back, making him only a little taller than Ely. Diverting the attention away from himself, he turned to Cloud, listening with amusement, “This is Cloud…”

“I kinda gathered that…” Ely’s nervous gaze danced over them, “Marlene sorta mentioned you a few times.”

“She would,” Denzel chuckled, “Cloud is the—”

Cloud raised his palm at Denzel to halt his speech. “Don’t worry about all that. It doesn’t matter out here. We have more important things to talk about.”

Shelke gave a serious nod. “We must make plans.”

“Right,” Cloud knew he was getting nearer. Tifa was at the end of the journey. For better or worse, he would find her. “It’s nearly time. We’re waiting for some information - and then, we will be in the thick of it. But right now,” He stared away towards the east with concern, until he spotted a figure in black, followed by another, edging along the ridge under the growing shadows of the mountains, "I want to know what happened to Veld and team..."

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FFVII
Mountain-Top Meeting

Genre: Action/ Adventure/ Emotive themes
Setting: 3 years after DoC
Rating: M
Status: WIP
OCs: 25%
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy VII names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix. However, this story and the OCs are ALL mine. Thank you.

MOUNTAIN-TOP MEETING

Cloud walked the steps up with tense alertness. The sounds of moaning and crying was not what he expected, but he continued warily with swords in both hands. He approached the top. Across the plateau, the haze dissipated, becoming an impenetrable cloud suspended above a lone vulnerable figure, an elderly woman. Her lustrous white hair swept around her body and her hands stretched outwards in surrender to the toxic mass.

With the air cleared, his arrival was more visible, and he prepared for a confrontation. But instead of a fight, he viewed people scattered over the plateau, groveling and struggling to stand. They were considerably weakened and Weiss was not amongst them. Cloud’s gaze returned to the woman, the only one who appeared to have any strength left. She remained steady as the black tempest swelled around her. The substance began disappearing, until it faded altogether. She suddenly collapsed and the black mist swirled down and into her like a mini tornado.

From the crowd of people, a woman, dressed in tan pants with a belted open robe, rushed at Cloud with two slender blades, and a roaring shout, “Beware, it’s the hybrid!”

It was a name Cloud hadn’t heard before. He blocked in time and fired back his own attack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s not a surprise you would be here at a time like this.” She slashed into his defense, and her voice was full of wrath.

Cloud frowned at her confusing remark. Who was this woman anyway? He kept up with his solid assault as she swung into him with more determination.

A young man, brandishing two swords, ran over to them, and appeared ready to join the fray.

The woman gave him a brief glance and ordered, “Stay back! This is personal.”

Cloud eyed her with building suspicion. “Who are you?” He was sure he had never met her before.

“That’s right!” She replied with biting sarcasm, “You don’t know me.” Her fighting, fierce, she drove into him. No slack. No backing down.

He paused with initial concern – was she reading his thoughts?

She pushed into him with merciless speed. Her skillful technique with her weapons was nothing he had witnessed before. He gave her no opportunity to land any blows on him, it would be lethal. But he was tiring of fighting, and what was worse, he could sense no Jenova taint from her.

The people on the plaza dived out the way as Cloud and the woman circled and quick-stepped with rapid arching shots. Their blades connected, bringing her so close, he saw contempt burning in her eyes. She growled, “What did you do with her?”

Cloud creased his brow in genuine puzzlement. “Her? Marlene?” Anger overcame him that she would accuse him of hurting her. “What did you do to her?! She’s a mess.” He said through gritted teeth, “You endangered her life for your own plans!”

“One like you would never understand,” she replied.

“You’re right, I don’t.” His swords flew into hers, never halting for a moment. “But I do know you almost got her killed.”

“We’re all fighting this war,” She snapped, “She is no exception.”

Cloud’s temper flared, “And that boy down there – he was no exception? He’s a kid and you didn’t protect him. And now he’s dead.”

The young man waiting on the sidelines suddenly lowered his swords and cried with disbelief, “Ely’s dead?”

Marlene stepped onto the plaza from the steps. At the mention of the boy’s name, she fell to her knees with a mournful cry, “He’s gone…”

The woman’s voice was cold like sharp steel. “You are mistaken.”

Cloud shot back with annoyance, “No. He’s dead.”

The young man ran to the edge and then turned to Marlene, “Is it true, Marlene?”

“I saw…” She nodded her tear-stained face and moaned, “He’s really… been killed.”

With the appearance of Marlene, Cloud was now worried about the potential threat to her. So far, he could sense no Jenova on the people, but it was in the air and hovering over one point; the woman lying on the ground. To add to his irritation, there was no sign of Weiss.

The woman clicked her tongue and shook her short tawny hair. “Fools! You know nothing.”

“Where’s Weiss?” Cloud was frustrated with the time-wasting combat, when Weiss was probably getting away.

“Why should I tell you?” She snarled.

Cloud clenched his blade with building fury. Gunshots echoed through the canyon. The source of the sound came from a distance away and not below them. He could have sworn it was Veld’s weapon. “I will find out.”

Their sword play finally came to a standoff. Neither of them backing off, the woman directed the tip of one of her swords at Cloud’s neck, while his blades were poised at her middle.

“You should have died years ago.” Despite her words, she held her blade steady. “You have the Jenova.”

His eyes glowed with mako wrath, and he stood alert, ready to rip into her. He would not go down without taking her with him. “I can’t die that easily.”

She frowned with resentment. “I realize that. No-one with the taint is easy to kill, but they do die.”

Behind him, he heard the young man speaking to Marlene with tender kindness. “I’m sorry about Ely…”

Marlene replied, “I’m… me too. But… Branan?” After a silent pause, she sprung up and dashed over to Cloud and pulled on his arm. She cried with tremulous alarm, “Stop Talana, don’t kill him!”

The woman’s gaze remained on Cloud’s face, and she spat out in reply, “He’s full of the poison.”

“Marlene, get back!” Cloud raised his voice in warning. He could do nothing with her so close, nor did he want her to witness what might be coming.

“No,” Marlene stumbled over her words, “It’s not… I was wrong.” She ignored him and stared at the woman with a pained expression. “I know he is, but… he’s… Cloud’s not like them.”

Out from the people, an older man, robed and with his weapon sheathed at his hip, approached them. His calm voice brought some peace to the situation. “She’s right. This one seems different.”

Cloud met eyes with the newcomer and sensed some sanity in the elder man’s reasonable tone. His expression was not one of challenge, but of amicable regard. The tension in Cloud’s body fell away and he said with hesitant admission, “I am.”

Marlene looked between the woman and the man with a questioning expression, “Dassiel, I thought… I saw the Jenova in the air.” Her cheeks shaded with pink. “You all looked so…sick… I feared the worst.”

Dassiel gave her a grim stare. “You won’t need to fear—“

“It would have destroyed us,” Talana stared at her, her brows frowning with derision, “But we have been spared.” Her eyes shifted to the figure on the ground.

“She has sacrificed herself for us all.” The man’s voice was strained with sadness.

Marlene’s eyes widened with shock. “Althaea?!” she whispered, “But how?”

Cloud’s gaze went to the woman he viewed before. Without wounds or any sign of injury, she lay peacefully, with her hands on her chest. Those around her had gathered her long white hair and placed it across her shoulder. A faint dark film was over her body, like an aura of shadow. It was unsettling to see so much Jenova on one person, but there was something else he sensed. “She’s still alive.” He relaxed his arms and let down his swords.

“True,” Dassiel replied.

“No.” Talana’s voice remained barbed, “She exists. Neither here, nor in the Life-stream.”

In bewilderment, Cloud stared past the sword pointed at him, to the old woman. Apart from the tainted mist around her, she appeared to be resting.

Marlene gaped with wonder. “How did she do this?”

The young man, named Branan, came to stand beside Marlene. “It’s her special gift. Absorpt—”

“Branan!” Talana barked, “Enough! We are already compromised.”

Branan flashed her an angry glare.

Cloud studied the old woman with more understanding. All the Jenova contamination must have been drawn into the woman and somehow contained within her.

“What does it mean, Dassiel?”Marlene lifted her hands in a pleading manner.

Dassiel touched Talana’s arm, forcing it down. With gruffness in his tone, he replied, “She has taken all our injuries from this battle into herself.” His eyes conveyed a profound truth, “You have experienced her gift previously.”

Cloud gazed at Marlene with a questioning look.

She nodded with a thoughtful pause, and mumbled, “So that’s what it was…” she stared up Talana with a spark of excitement in her eyes, “You really did mean it?” She dashed towards the edge of the Plaza.

~ 7 ~

Ely woke from what seemed like a heavy drugged sleep. He remained still, not wanting to move from such a relaxed state. He wasn’t sure he could move anyway, his limbs felt like lead – like he hadn’t moved for weeks.

Someone crouched beside him.

Light hurt his eyes, and he squinted up at – an older teenager? But who? Was he the enemy – a Harbinger? A large snout sniffed at his ear. They had dogs?

Pushing his fingers into Ely’s neck, the teenager said, “You’re wrong Shelke, he’s alive.”

Blood started flowing through Ely’s limbs, bringing back life. Life… that’s right, he was… somewhere… else. He tried swatting away the nose, but his hand trembled at his chest. He spoke, and his voice was like rocks travelling up his throat. “Do you have to?” Who were these people? Although he was more concerned with the strange lion creature breathing into his face than the kid touching him.

“Yeah,” the kid, his brown wavy fringe falling over his eyes, smiled, “You look good to go.”

A girl came to stand beside them. Her eyes were bright blue, but cold, and her voice was crisp, and not like a child’s at all. “It would seem he is not dead after all. I believe something must have occurred, I am rarely mistaken.”

“Mmm,” the teenager replied, “maybe, but, whatever. I’m glad you’re wrong this time.”

Ely tried to sit, but his body was sluggish, “Yeah… wait…” he groaned as his legs tingled with blood now circulating through his body. His fight with the soldiers flooded into his thoughts. His last vision… but no, he was somewhere else – with someone. Who was that? It was like a dream he couldn’t grasp. A conversation he wanted to know – it was important – but he couldn’t remember. “Damn… I was somewhere…” It was a place that felt like home… his home.

A fervent cry came from the ledge above them. “Ely! You’re alive!”

He peered upwards, hardly able to see against the fading sun. But he guessed who it was.

Marlene hung her torso over the edge, waving, and knowing her, probably crying as well. No matter, he was still pleased to see her. He tried waving back, but somehow could only give a token smile. He remembered something else. Belia. She was sick – and she was gone. Then again, he shouldn’t even be there either – alive. The forgotten dream from his death kept haunting his thoughts, and he kept wanting to sink back into that place again.

“Hi Denzel!” Marlene yelled and waved frantically. “And Shelke! And…” she hesitated, “Nanaki?”

Denzel flicked Marlene a two finger salute, and chuckled at the orange-red lion, shaking its head. He said, “We’ll tell her when we get up there.”

Shelke stared up with a pensive expression. “I am not sure how safe it is to ascend. Although I can’t hear any more combat.”

“If Marlene’s hanging over the edge like that, yelling and smiling like a moggle, it’s probably alright.” He said to Ely, “You might need some healing and rest.”

Ely patted his chest. Wounds were still present although more superficial than life threatening. The amount of blood everywhere was startling – and it was his blood. “Yeah…” he tried getting to his feet, but the teen was right. “I don’t know what happened.” Or why he was alive when he shouldn’t be.

“We’re the same.” Denzel smiled. “I’m Denzel by the way.”

“Ely.” He glanced around the ledge, even though he knew he wouldn’t see her. “Did you see a girl around here? Small, white hair?”

“We have seen no one through the tunnels,” Shelke answered.

Ely lowered his head and gave a sad sigh. “Thanks.”

“Maybe she will be up there?” Denzel nodded upwards.

Ely pursed his lips together. “Maybe…” It was a nice thought, but, his doubts were too strong.

~ 7 ~

Marlene’s relaxed manner gave Cloud some comfort, but the woman’s menacing glare kept him on edge. Everything in him bristled with agitation over her irrational contempt.

After a moment of studying him with an unyielding stare, Talana sheathed one of her swords, but the second remained in her grip, a reminder she was prepared for action.

Cloud reconnected Sidewinder into his Defender blade, and lowered it, but kept it ready. “Where’s Weiss?” Bypassing Talana, he looked at Dassiel, “He was here?”

Talana replied, “You’re too late. He’s gone.”

“Where has he gone?”

Talana replied, “Is it in our interests to tell you?”

Cloud gripped his sword tight, trying to hold back his temper. “You’re wasting my time. You either know or you don’t.”

Dassiel turned to Talana and spoke as if Cloud wasn’t present. “Perhaps he is the one prophecy spoke of.”

Talana, her green eyes blazing at Cloud, snapped, “No!” Her lips made a hard line. “Not him.”

Dassiel’s shoulders slumped and he sighed with annoyed resignation.

Cloud stared at the two and his angry gaze stopped at Talana. His first meeting with Cetras was turning into an unpleasant experience. “I don’t care who you people are, or what you want, I only want to find Deepground. That means Weiss, and Genesis.”

Branan stepped forward and folded his arms over his chest. “Do you fight against the Harbingers?”

Cloud turned to the young man with a nod of acknowledgement. “I’m fighting anyone who has anything to do with Deepground.”

“Genesis…” Dassiel stroked his bearded chin. “We have heard of him. But we know little of his position or power. Weiss, however, is the leader of the Harbingers.”

Cloud didn’t know much about Genesis either, but, if he was able to get what he wanted from Tifa, who knew what he could become, even immortal, “Genesis used to be in SOLDIER, but that’s irrelevant now. He’s teamed up with Weiss and together they may be more powerful.”

“And they have my mother.” Marlene embraced Cloud’s arm and said, “And she’s really important.”

Cloud gave her a weak smile, and realized he hadn’t asked her anything of what she knew.

Branan screwed his lips up in vexation. “They have a lot of things right now. Their list is getting longer.”

“And ours shorter,” Talana huffed impatiently.

Marlene hung her head. “I’m sorry about that…”

“It couldn’t be helped,” A hint of remorse was in Talana’s voice. “It is fortunate you are still alive.”

Branan grinned, “And all of us. Except…”

“Perhaps, but if we do not get the white materia back,” Dassiel said, “None of us will be alive.” He gave Marlene a grim look. “Including your mother.”

Cloud didn’t have the urge to tell them how significant Tifa was to their enemies plan, or that it might be too late. Even as they spoke, every minute of opportunity was speeding by. “The white materia will stop the spread of Jenova?”

“We aren’t entirely sure of that—“ Dassiel started.

“It will combat the black materia,” Talana said, “And currently that is our gravest threat.”

Dassiel added, “Jenova is contaminating the planet at an alarming speed, we believe the black materia is going to… enhance it – for want of a better term.”

“I’ve seen the Jenova,” Marlene said, her eyes wide in recollection. “It’s sickening.”

Cloud nodded. “I’ve seen it too, and it’s in the life-stream.”

Dassiel gave him a questioning glance. “You’re seen it in the life-stream?” He scanned Talana’s face, who was scowling with mistrust.

“Not only seen. I’ve been through it.” Cloud had walked through it, a whole city of it; he even fought it, but he thought it better not to mention that. They were only beginning to be at ease with him, and most likely the taint they could sense from him. “Jenova is taking over.”

Talana, Dassiel stared at him silently. Branan mumbled, “Maybe Gaia really doesn’t know what she’s doing…”

Ignoring him, and with sudden concern over how the situation was descending into more problems, Cloud said, “You said the black materia is going to enhance it? You know it’s going to be used?”

“We know they have it,” Talana replied.

“This black materia is unlike the one called Meteor,” Dassiel explained, “I believe it possesses the essence of Jenova itself, and has gathered more and more power over the years, to form something extremely formidable.”

Cloud frowned with consideration. Meteor was never specifically meant for evil, but was used by an evil man. “It was never meant to be that way? It’s been corrupted?”

Talana studied him with a keen eye. She gave a sharp nod to Dassiel.

Dassiel took a breath and said, “Originally the black and white materia was in a neutral form different to the usual materia. Even their ancient name is unlike them. Humans named it materia, but the truth is there are various forms with differing powers with unique names. Jenova has found a way to embue itself within the darkness of the…” he paused, “seed.”

Talana added, “If it is not countered, the black materia will dominate what is left of the life-stream on the planet.”

Cloud said with some skepticism, “That’s a weighty endeavor for a man to pull off…”

“Certainly, the power needed to activate and wield it would kill a man—,” Dassiel said.

“They will find a way to do it,” Talana stormed in.

Dassiel continued, “If they have any way of acquiring an immortal body or heightened resistance through ancient materia, or better known as, the proto-materia, it can be done.”

Cloud sensed his heart sinking with dread. They had failed previously to gain the proto-materia, but now perhaps they wouldn’t need it, “So that’s it…” Genesis was seeking to gain immortal flesh, or at least heightened power through Cloud’s DNA.

“That’s right,” Talana shot out, “And the white materia is our only defense against this scourge.”

Cloud took a deep breath and attempted to steady his racing heart. There was a distinct sense they were able to perceive his thoughts, but he pushed on, knowing there must be more to it all. “You know all this, but you don’t know where their base is?”

Talana hesitated, “We don’t.”

Branan stepped forward, and with a hand on his waist, he tapped his head. “Not yet.” He grinned broadly, “But I will. I only need some time.”

Cloud said, “How?”

Dassiel grinned at Branan. “Good job.”

Talana had a look of admiration. “Glad to see you had some forethought this time.”

Branan flushed. “Kinda…”

“The Oracle asked you.” Talana gave a disdainful shake of her head.

“Branan!” Marlene cried, “What did you do?”

“I put a type of Tracking spell on it. Easy. I usually do it with pe—“

“Speak no more of it,” Talana ordered.

Despite her harsh reprimand, Branan stood smirking at them.

Cloud was impressed, but even more, that he might finally know the whereabouts of Deepground. “When will you know?”

Branan scratched his head in thought. “I’m going to rest abit and meditate some.”

Talana losing patience, much like Cloud was, snapped, “When? Two hours? Next week?”

“Yeah, should be tonight some time.” He shrugged. “Hey… might depend on the distance.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Talana said.

Deneh appeared on the plaza from the stairs. She stopped and nodded towards the Cetras. “Greetings.”

At her appearance the Cetras bowed their heads. Dassiel stepped forward and knelt by her. “We greet you child of the Tane-Rangi-Tangaroa.” He seemed to speak on behalf of all the Cetras, by sweeping his arm indicating the others, “We are blessed by your presence here."

Deneh placed her paw on his shoulder and her amber eyes sparkled with goodwill. “There is no need to bow, we are friends. Our races are allies, and finally we may stand together in freedom.”

Smiling, Dassiel stood and turned to Talana. “This is a favourable sign.”

Talana’s eyes creased with unease. “Perhaps. It will be much more favourable when we know what we are doing.”

Cloud nodded. He couldn’t agree more.

Branan punched his fist into his hand and his eyes lit up with excitement. “I can feel it. This is going to be monumental.”

“Less talk from you and more finding the materia,” Talana retorted.

Dassiel put his hand on Branan’s shoulder. “Meanwhile, we will take care of the Oracle. Lay her in safety and mourn our loss.”

Talana sighed. “We shall.”

Deneh nodded. “Nanaki will be here soon, and those with him. We will mourn alongside of you.”

Talana cast a wary glance at Cloud. “There are more of you?”

“If you mean ‘humans’ then yes,” he replied, “But none of them are like me.”

Dassiel spoke up. “Perhaps the time is coming for the fulfilment of prophecy.”

Talana pursed her lips together with scorn. “We’ll see.”

Cloud wasn’t sure what Veld’s motivation was towards the Cetras, but he didn’t think Elfie would consider any adverse actions. But then again, they were the ones who wanted to find Cetras in the first place, and they were the ones who wanted and knew about the Purifcation program. “They are fighting to save the Planet.” They were more passionate about it than Cloud.

“I doubt humans understand what that means,” Talana muttered with scorn. As she turned to head inside, she said to Branan, “You better get started.”

“I’m on it.” Branan dashed off after her.

Dassiel said to Marlene, “Would you like to accompany us as we assist the Oracle?”

Marlene glanced up at Cloud with indecision, “Umm…”

“We will not spirit you away,” Dassiel smiled. “Althaea would be pleased to have you there.” He reached out his hand. “Come.”

At his comment, Cloud eyed Dassiel, but said to Marlene, “It’s alright. I’m sure you will be fine.”

“It’s not that,” Marlene grumbled, “it’s…” she looked over her shoulder. “But, Althaea has done so much for me.”

“Go.” Cloud was eager to speak with Marlene, but he also wanted to find out what happened to Veld. He nodded with a small smile at her flustering, “I’ve got some calls to make anyway.”

Cloud watched Marlene follow Dassiel through the entrance of the dwellings within the mountain as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He dialed Reeve and received a polite recorded message. That was not promising. Next he tried Vincent. This time the phone rang out. At least it was ringing.

After a moment he decided to dial another number. Couldn’t hurt to try.

“Shit Cloud! You got through.” Cid’s voice crackled through the receiver.

“Yeah, I’m as surprised as you,” Cloud replied with relief he was actually talking to someone.

“We tried you aways back, but nothing. Where the hell are ya?”

“Cosmos Canyon. You?”

“Rocket-town. Dropped Barrett off along with most of the ground crew. Picked up some civilians who were in trouble, but $%&* what am I going to do with ‘em?” Cid grumbled, “They’ve gonna slow me down.”

Cloud sighed with relief he and Barrett had made it back at least, but he agreed about the townsfolk. “Yeah, civilians could be a problem. Did you speak to Reeve?”

“Can’t get through.” Cid made an angry grunt, “Look’s bad down there – like a war-zone. They blew a hole in the west building and Barrett and the guys have gone to check it out.”

As he listened to Cid, Denzel and Shelke came up from the stairs, alongside them was the youngster – very much alive. Transfixed, Cloud stared, amazed to see him, walking and looking healthy, but he was more shocked at his presence, and who he might be.

“Shit, Cloud!” Cid shouted with sudden consternation. “Are you even listening to me?! There’s friggin’ mechs firing at our troops!”

Cloud frowned with surprise and building fear at what the battle machines would be capable of. “Can’t you take them out?”

“Yeah, yeah, smart-f*ing-ass,” Cid growled, “I’ll blow the %$#ing walking metal sky-high and turn ‘em into hunks of scrap. Too bad you aren’t here to see it.”

Cloud rolled his eyes at his blustering. “Keep them out of WRO and don’t get shot while doing it.”

Cid’s voice was muffled as if he had lowered the phone, and he shouted at something in the distance, “Piece of shit hardware, firing at the Shera.” His voice came through again, “Running into trouble now. Love ya and leave ya for now, kid. Gotta save someone’s arse. You do what you need to do on that end.”

“Right.” Cloud wondered if there was anything he could tell him, but there was nothing except for Cid to keep safe. Barrett and Reeve were out in it, and he couldn’t do anything to help them, and he was already on the brink of a battle himself. “Keep in touch.” With his eyes still on the boy, he pocketed his phone.

Denzel scanned the plaza. Apart from a handful of locals it was empty of people. “Hey, where’s Marlene?”

“She’s inside with the others.” Cloud glanced over his shoulder. “She’ll be out when she’s finished.” He turned back to study the adolescent. Nearly everything about him was the same, except he was a younger version, even a fine-looking blade was sticking out from a sheath on his back. He stood level with Denzel, although he was probably a year younger if not more. His expression was confident, and his black spikey hair drooped over his sky-blue eyes, boldly watching Cloud with a curious awe.

Cloud was astonished by him, and not least that he was alive. He couldn’t recall any mention of a family member, except, he wasn’t surprised there would be someone. It caused him to wonder if Zac spoke of this boy during Cloud’s mako-jenova induced stupor. From the fog of his disjointed memories, he could almost grasp some recollection, but with them waiting for him to speak, he could not dwell on it further. “You’re lucky to be here.” Whoever the boy was, Cloud would have to find out later.

The boy frowned with a thoughtful gaze. “Yeah… I know…” He gently shook his head, “I really don’t know… where I was…”

Cloud watched him with a half-grin. He could guess where that probably was. The kid certainly looked like Cloud’s old friend, but something different was about him. He was quiet, almost pensive. But then again, death could do that to you.

The boy stared into the distance and finally muttered, “It felt like… I was home.” He ran his hand through his long strands, “but I can’t remember it… weird…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Cloud nodded.

Denzel said, “You’re here now,” he smirked, “And Marlene sure was glad to see you.”

Ely’s face tinged and he rushed his words out, “Yeah… well, she didn’t really have anyone else… around.”

“You probably saved her a few times.” Denzel chuckled.

“Maybe.” Ely smiled in return. “She saved me just as much. But, Belia, she saved us the most.”

The boy was modest too. Yeah, he was different. Cloud remembered the girl again, “She’s a Cetra child? And she’s not here?”

Ely darted an anxious glance around the plateau, and he lowered his voice, “She’s… I don’t know where she is. Yeah, the Cetras are – they didn’t get on with her.” He finished weakly, “They keep to themselves.”

“Cetras?!” Denzel gave a hurried look around the Plaza. “You met some?”

“Sure.” Ely shrugged non-chalantly.

“We were questioning their existence,” Shelke said, “Finally we know the truth. However, why would Cetras not approve of another Cetra?”

“Ah…” Ely’s eyes skirted around their faces, and he mumbled, “I think it’s complicated…”

It wasn’t a surprise to Cloud, from what he had seen so far, they seemed a touchy bunch. He said to Denzel and Shelke, “Whatever their reasoning may be, they’re here, inside.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “But, don’t say anything to them, or to anyone else. If they want to speak of themselves, they can.” He cast a warning look at Denzel. “Don’t be curious.”

Denzel made a sour face, but replied with compliance, “That’ll be hard, but… I won’t question them.”

Cloud softened his tone. “I get the feeling it wouldn’t go down well. And I don’t want them running.”

Shelke nodded. “You are correct.” She turned her astute gaze on Denzel. “They will not tolerate being treated as ‘specimens’.”

Denzel raised his hands in indignation. “Hey, I have nothing but respect for them.” He clenched his fist at his chest. “I’m the one who believed in them in the first place.”

Cloud put his hand on his shoulder. “I know. And I didn’t doubt you.”

Ely said, “You wouldn’t want to get on their bad side, that’s for sure. They’re tough.”

Cloud turned from Denzel and gave Ely his full attention. “Ely is it? So where is home?”

“I’m from Edge,” Ely answered with pride, “But, Gongagga is more like home.”

“Why were you in Edge?” Cloud was taken aback that someone would want to move to the city while he wanted to get out.

Ely averted Cloud’s gaze and said, “I wanted to join WRO.”

“You’re one of the recruits!” Denzel cried, “That’s where I’ve seen you.”

Shelke looked Ely over with approval. “You must have been in the last intake of juniors at Edge, before they opened up at Rocket-town.”

Denzel clapped him on the back, and spread his hand toward Shelke. “This is Shelke. She’s the number one stealth agent—”

Shelke stared Ely straight on, her blue eyes gleaming, “I am the Commander of the Espionage Unit and a Senior Technical Analysis Advisor.”

Ely’s eyes spread in surprise. “Ah… cool.”

“She really is the best.” Denzel nodded with admiration.

Shelke’s eyes flickered between them. “I have spent my life in training. It is to be expected.”

“And she really means that,” Denzel said.

Ely said to Denzel, “and what do you do?”

“I’m in the Juniors, but Rank 1.” Denzel straightened his back, making him only a little taller than Ely. Diverting the attention away from himself, he turned to Cloud, listening with amusement, “This is Cloud…”

“I kinda gathered that…” Ely’s nervous gaze danced over them, “Marlene sorta mentioned you a few times.”

“She would,” Denzel chuckled, “Cloud is the—”

Cloud raised his palm at Denzel to halt his speech. “Don’t worry about all that. It doesn’t matter out here. We have more important things to talk about.”

Shelke gave a serious nod. “We must make plans.”

“Right,” Cloud knew he was getting nearer. Tifa was at the end of the journey. For better or worse, he would find her. “It’s nearly time. We’re waiting for some information - and then, we will be in the thick of it. But right now,” He stared away towards the east with concern, until he spotted a figure in black, followed by another, edging along the ridge under the growing shadows of the mountains, "I want to know what happened to Veld and team..."