Saturday, April 24, 2004

Finally...here is the prolougue of my fanfic...
(Okay, I know it starts off kinda slow and boring, but please bear with me. There are no guarantees...maybe you'll ennjoy it, maybe you won't. But I hope you do. Here is the prologue...thanks to Broken Blade for the idea...)


“Jodie! It’s getting late, and your dinner’s getting cold!” the girl’s mother yelled from downstairs.

The girl glanced away from the computer screen before her and sighed exasperatedly.

“I’ll be down in a minute, mom,” she said wearily, typing on the keyboard with newly rejuvenated speed and vigor.

She had been updating her site: one of many on a website known as MyOtaku.com, where dozens of other anime fans worldwide could have their own personal sites, and were able to customize their site and even interact with fellow site holders. It was the one opportunity she had to truly express herself, as she had never been very open with anyone otherwise. To her, this site was her haven, the closest she had ever come to having a personal diary, and perhaps the one place where she could be appreciated for her personality rather than her looks.

To her mother, however, it was just a distraction from her schoolwork.

Her site had a Tifa Lockheart theme, as Final Fantasy 7 was undoubtedly her favorite game. She had not been online during the school week, and had just finished updating her site when a comment appeared on her chatterbox.

Aeris : Tifa, this is Aeris!

The girl stared at the strange message curiously.

lockheartifa : …Who are you?

Almost instantly, a new response popped up on the screen.

Aeris : Never mind that. Find the others and meet me in the Promised Land!

lockheartifa : The others?

Aeris : Jenova has returned…

lockheartifa : What the hell?

Aeris : Find…Promised Land…Jenova…the End Game…

lockheartifa : …?!

Aeris : You’ll find out when the time comes…

lockheartifa : Tough luck kid, Jenova doesn’t exist, unless Squall, Garnet and Tidus live next door.

Aeris : This is very real, Tifa. There’s no need for sarcasm. The winds of change draw near…and everyone you know will be affected by it, for better or for worse…

lockheartifa : Only friends call me Tifa. Leave me alone.

‘Aeris’ did not respond for several minutes, and the girl waited for a while. She eventually grew impatient, and went downstairs to have dinner. After a while she returned, and a few messages popped up on her chatterbox. Anxiety almost overwhelmed her, and she scrolled down to view the most recent messages…only to find-

Tiago : Aeris left a comment on my chatterbox too. What’s going on?

Sakura 01 : Ohayo! Hey I got a comment like that on my site too!

Chocobo Gene : There’s a similar comment on my site…but how are you otherwise Tifa?

Broken Blade : If I ever see that Aeris anywhere, I swear I’ll- *evil thoughts* Seriously though, if she ever harasses you again, just let me know.

darksoul : Hiya! ^ ^ Are you and dark sephiroth still fighting? And what’s up with that Aeris girl?

dark sephiroth: nope we’re not fightin at da moment. ryudo got da same comment on his site. Is Aeris a friend of yours or sumthin?

Sighing with relief, her slender fingers darted about the keyboard again.

lockheartifa : I’m okay now, but I’m tired. I don’t know who Aeris is, and I don’t know what the hell’s going on. I’ll talk to you guys later.

She disconnected from the Internet, forgetting to log out yet again, and, weary from the week’s activities, she stumbled into her untidy bedroom and collapsed onto her warm, comfortable bed, falling into a deep sleep in a matter of minutes.

“Tifa…? Tifa, wake up!” a somewhat anxious voice called out to her.

Her eyelids eased open lazily, revealing the reddish-brown orbs that were her eyes. She found herself staring up at a strangely familiar and quite attractive man with blonde, spiky hair, whose cerulean blue eyes were gazing into hers with an incomprehensible urgency. Perhaps it was the suddenness of his presence, or maybe it was the shock of the entire situation, but there was only one thing for her to say.

“Who the hell are you?” she blurted, and she staggered to her feet and backed away from the man.

Her voice trailed off as she observed his features closely. The spiky blonde hair…the familiar clothes…the buster sword at his side and the glow of Mako in his eyes…

“Wait a minute…aren’t you-?” she started.

“I’m not Cloud Strife!” he said firmly. “I don’t even look like him in real life! And you’re not in your room anymore.”

Looking around, she realized that 'Cloud' was right. Endless horizons and undulating grasslands replaced what were once the pale walls of her room. In the distance, a large mound of intertwined vegetation and scrap metal could be seen, casting a tall, haunting shadow over a small portion of the grasslands. She, too, had been changed. Her hair, which normally stretched halfway down her back, was now much longer, and was tied loosely at the end. Chocolate brown locks spilled over her shoulders. Even her clothing had changed. The football t-shirt and shorts she had slept in were replaced by a white tank top, a miniskirt, suspenders and gloves.

“Explain everything to me,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Where are we? What are we doing here?”


(None of the prologue's chatterbox comments were actually made by the people on my friends list...it's a fanfiction, emphasis on FICTION. I'll see if I can put up the next chapter tomorrow.)
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