The title has nothing to do with the fic. I don't care about that though. This is a simple one part description fic I did for the hell of it.
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I don't own Final Fantasy if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction you'd see Final Fantasy 7- The Slashy Years!
surrounded by mist. Candles burned around him- making him glow eerily. Has small body shivered again. The mist seemed to be dissolving around him- revealing things that had once been hidden by the obscuring mist. A glowing blue sword lay on the ground by his leg. A dark heap of clothes were next to it. A silver chain dangled from his neck holding a charm of the black lion Griever- the charm was silver as well. On his right hand on his ringer finger was a ring with a smaller version of the same charm. His hands were small. He looked frail- like he couldn't be able to fight off anything. A look at his face tells otherwise- a single marring feature stood out like a sore thumb. A long scar ran between his eyes and down past his nose. It was a smooth scar probably caused by a knife or sword. It was diagonal and looked mainly healed. The physical scar may have been but who- besides himself- knew about the emotional scars that came with and before the one adorning his face?
The man suddenly stood up- revealing that he was still a boy- a teenager almost of adult age perhaps. He pulled his clothes on. His shirt was black with gold and blue designs around the neck and sleeve hems. The pants were plain black with
plain black boots to match. It was the outfit of a Balamb Garden SeeD. And then recognition would strike you- The Lion of Balamb.