Cloud Strife Aerith Novels & Stories

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

Chaos took care to close his eyes forever, put his hands on his chest over the wound (there was no pearl) and for a long time couldn’t find the words of farewell. “You would never have left Imbra, you would never have resigned from your post, as Forky did. We served honestly, fulfilled my father's wishes so that he would achieve his goal, but now it's just me and the Aether. I will try to find out who did this to you and our brethren, and you... be reborn in a new form.” The newt covered Geras's face and head with a leaf, tightened the knots and, under the cover of darkened waters, went to the border.

I need to release it to ease the dizziness that I feel. The man wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of me and the other two beside me and Tania. I pulled Tania closer to me and I told her that everything will be alright for her not to be scared. She holds me tight because she is scared even she tried not to. Maybe she was thinking that they are three and I am only one. One of the guys tried to pull Tania away from me but he failed. Of course, I will never let my queen be dragged by someone away from me. I know Jopher is waiting until midnight for this because he wants Tania, but I will not allow him to hurt her. I will not allow him to get Tania or even touch her. The man who was weari

I said, putting my hands on my hips. “Yeah Ridge, why not get some she-wolves up here,” a voice said, slowing down from running laps. They had a large indoor track which seemed kind of funny to me. At Blood Claw you ran drills and practiced no matter the weather, if you got wet or muddy oh well. “Hey maybe our Luna will lead the charge, shake things up around here,” Ridge said, fist bumping him. “Tyra, this is my Gamma, Nate he’s a badass,” Ridge said, looking proud.

“H-Hayat, I-I—” The thunder suddenly groans fiercely and I jump on Erden in fright. Oh no. My heart starts to beat fast. I slowly pull back, meeting Erden’s eyes with a flushing face. They are brighter than ever. Yesterday the pool, and today the beach and the thunder. “I-I’m sorry.” I pull out, embarrassed to look at him directly in the face. “I’m afraid of thunders.” I explain, slightly biting on my lips. He stares at me and smirks. He doesn’t reply and turns back to look at the kids. “Eren and Troy.” He says. “Let’s go home. There’s going to be a storm.”

*** “Where am I?” Arth looked around him. He was standing in an endless meadow, the fresh wind brushing his face with the grass tickling underneath his feet. “Am I … dead?” He raised his head, seeing the fluffy clouds floating amidst the ocean sky. The sunlight gave him warmth, kissing his entire body, gentle and peaceful. Arth turned around, only to find a very familiar girl standing ahead. “Alice?” he said, furrowing his brows. She wore a beautiful white dress, with her long hair flailing with the wind. Her hands were on her back as she seemed to be looking somewhere far ahead. She looked so perfect in Arth’s eyes.

Then she heard the sound. It was the sound of a winter storm blowing through the forest. As Niamh watched, figures formed from the clouds above. Many Elves, already fighting, stopped in mid-swing to take in the awe-inspiring sight. A sight Niamh had not yet seen, even in her long Elven years. Griffins.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Azrick caught this and squinted his eyes about it, the cogs in his brain slowly turning. Auria whipped her tears away from her eyes as she said, “I know that. But I am done mourning. John would scold me if he saw me like this. I should do everything in my power to help you all and find the person who did this to him. Justice must be served. John deserves that justice.” her voice trailed off but she abruptly stood up, saying that she is going to get something inside her room that might be of help in the investigation. “Wait here.” she instructed them.

“Will you choose me next time?” Tears welled in Iris’s eyes. “Yes. Always.” The final platform rose into the air, bringing her to a dome of silver clouds. Lightning flickered across the sky. Scene 3: The Heart of the Storm Inside the dome stood a being of light and vapor—a woman composed entirely of wind, her hair a tangle of breezes and her eyes twin cyclones. “I am Aerisa, Guardian of the Sky,” she intoned. “You seek the blessing of the wind?”