I'll be posting FFVII drabbles under this title. The First: Tseng in Nibelheim, the day Sephiroth parts from reality. (Pre-game.)
The wind seared his face, but he didn't want to go back inside, back into the reek of blood and shit and mako.
"Tseng." He turned. St. Valence strode toward him, the wind tossing his overcoat, his long grey hair. He stopped at Tseng's elbow. "They found this," he said, holding out a small silver Leviathan medal on a long chain.
Tseng took it, met the etched serpent's gaze, remembered slipping the chain into Sephiroth's hand three nights ago...
The chain took to the sky, a scratch of silver-flame against the clouds, winging into the darkness over the mountain's edge.