| The RPG Continuum (A Final Fantasy RPG) |
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| The End Of the Beginning | ||||
| Skye and Tifa walked from the biggest building in Nibelheim, the Shinra Mansion. The wind was blowing angrily. A shiver ran down Skye's back. Something bad was going to happened, she could feel it. Once again the cold wind blew. Skye sighed uneasily. Tifa shifted uneasily. "Ummm," Tifa said, breaking the uneasy silence," where's Cloud?" " No, clue," Skye said back," check our house." So Tifa and Skye walked to the Strife house. The house southwest from the Shinra Mansion. The smallest house in Nibelheim. "You go first, Skye," Tifa said," It is your house." Skye opened the door and walked in, with Tifa on her heels. "Cloud?" Skye asked. "Where are you at Big Brother?" "I think he left," Tifa said more to herself than to Skye. When Tifa looked up, Skye was gone. So Tifa walked out the door. Tifa walked slowly across the brick-laid ground of Nibelheim. She walked to the well. Tifa turned to look out at the entrance of the small town. There, she saw Skye standing at the mouth of the Kamacazie River. The river that separated Nibelheim grounds and Cosmo Canyon grounds. Tifa watched with warm brown eyes as Skye knelt down. Skye placed her hands gently in the water. The freezing wind blew once more. Somewhere off in the mountains, a Nibel wolf howled. "The river is boiling," Skye said to no one. Tifa started walking towards Skye. Skye stood up as Tifa reached her. " What were you doing?" Tifa asked. Skye shook her head as if to say "nothing." " We have to cross the river," Skye said. Then she backed up and jumped across. Tifa followed. While they were walking across the Cosmo Canyon grounds, something caught Tifa's attention. She saw a shadow cross over the field. She looked up but couldn't find anything. "Uh, Tifa," Skye stammered. Tifa turned around. "Oh...my..."Tifa said blinking, not able to believe her eyes. She stared surprised at the three figures, which were right behind Skye. Skye could feel an arm come around her waist. "He..." Skye was cut off when a clod hand clamped over her mouth. She shuddered. She stared at Tifa. Her bright blue eyes turned dull. "Help!" they seemed to cry out.� Help please! "But poor Tifa was stunned. Skye struggled helplessly. "Mmmhmmph!" she squealed. " Skye," Tifa whispered," I'm sorry.� There was nothing she could do. It was 3 to 1. |
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| Written by Skye Strife | ||||