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COTW_Cloud-Strife Chapter 2CHAPTER 2
Throwing his bag to the dirt brown ground of the Eastern Continent, Cloud hopped over the side of the truck, it had taken days to get to Midgar from Nibelheim, mostly because of thein-progress state of the roads, with the time constraints of travelling from one side of the world to the other Shinra had set up several drop off points and pick-up points for any civilian travel. The bus from the Northern Area of the Western Continent would pass through the Red clay area of the Cosmo Region and stop at a small town called Gongaga, there either another bus would take you to Costa Del Sol, where yet another bus would take you to Junon and a either another bus or military transport from there to Midgar, or simply a slower ride on a small Truck, which would be double the time taken but two thirds the cost.
Considering how his back was aching, Cloud thought that maybe having a little less money would have paid off in sitting more comfortably and hav
CHILDREN OF THE WEST-FINAL FANTASY VII
The Story of Cloud Strife
A Glimpse into the Past, # 1
A normal boy by appearances, Cloud Strife-son of Seena and Kedreth Strife-was supposed to have a perfectly average life as the other children of his age, but he didnt.
It had all started during the day of his birth, August Eighth.
The doctors had said that there were no signs of problems throughout the pregnancy and when it was time for him to come into the world there were no visible signs of anything wrong with either the child or the mother, but as soon as the boy had been delivered, there was something about him that had been different.
As with all babies born during the current age, they were scanned for any Mako illnesses-Mako Power and the Shinra Company had only started building Reactors around the world recently and there had been cases of spillages and human contamination, which had been dubbed Mako Poisoning.
And the odd thing was that the S
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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