Sorry for the wait guys, as most of you know, I've been doing loads of one-shots for the CloudxAerith 100 Themes Challenge.

But don't worry, I haven't forgot about this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the game, only this story.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

And he was so immersed in his 'dream', he never took notice of the Lifestream that gushed out of the ground the moment their lips had touched, nor of the voice that accompanied the Lifestream.

The Cry of a Cetra...

So sorry...

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why not?! You said you'd come back when it's all over, when will it be all over?!

She...she would never break a promise, ever. Aerith told me that, she swore it on the planet's life!

Why... why won't she come back Cloud. She said she would, didn't she!

I...as selfish as this might sound, I want my life back! I died for the planet, I deserve to live again!

Okay, I'll take the flower, I better go. Tifa will give me a lecture again if I'm any later.

She'll come back, we just have to have hope, right?

The Cry of...

Hope...

So sorry...

"Cloud!" "Wake up!" Cloud shot up from the bed, sweat pouring off him in rivers. But he didn't understand, it wasn't a nightmare, not really. There was only voices in his dream. He rubbed his eyes, and looked at the person who screamed his name. Tifa was standing beside the bed, looking so worried, Marlene and Denzel on both her sides.

"You were screaming." Marlene spoke up, and walked to Cloud's side, putting a hand on his arm. "You were screaming for Aerith." Cloud blushed slightly, realizing what the dream was. He was dreaming about what Elmyra, Marlene and himself had said, when crying for Aerith. And that voice he did not know. Hope? Why was it so sorry?

"Cloud? Why were you screaming for her?" His eyes turned to Tifa, who had a sad look in her eyes, like she didn't understand why. And neither did Cloud.

"I dunno Tifa, I really don't." She sighed, and told the children to go back to bed before getting out of the room herself, closing the door slowly behind her. Cloud let his head flop back onto the pillow, letting out a sigh. He turned over onto his side, and lied there, blinking in the darkness, trying to stay awake. But he knew he couldn't, and soon gave up to his sleepiness, allowing sleep to cover him.

Cloud?

Open your eyes...

Cloud!

Cloud opened his eyes slowly, but instead of a white ceiling above his head, a bright light was there instead. It was to much for his eyes, and he snapped them shut again.

Cloud!

Open your eyes!

Before, Planet help me, I slap you silly!

Ugh, look at meeeeee!

"You sound like Yuffie." He said, and he sat up, turning his head around to look in Aerith's smiling face. He felt his cheeks go pink, remembering what had happened that last time they had saw each other. But Aerith didn't seem to mind, pulling on his arm to make him stand up, and turned to him around to face two people, one of which was a familiar face.

"M..Mom?" The woman, who looked like the splitting image of Cloud in female form, apart from her green eyes, smiled, and nodded slightly. The other person was someone Cloud had never met before, but he could had sworn he had seen them from somewhere, somewhere when Avalanche journeyed together.

"Herita, maybe you would like to introduce us?" The woman on Cloud's mother's side spoke, and Herita shook her head.

"Aerith should, I think." And she nodded towards the woman in pink, who clasped her hands together, and turned to Cloud.

"That woman Cloud, is my mother." She pointed to the woman wearing a red dress, and said her name was Ifalna. Ifalna bowed a little, and then Cloud remembered where he had seen her before;

Flashback

2000 years ago, our ancestors, the Cetra, heard the cries of the Planet.

The first ones to discover the Planet's wound were the Cetra at the Knowlespole.

Knowlespole refers to this area. The Cetra then began a Planet-reading.

...I can't explain it very well, but it's like having a conversation with the Planet...

It said something fell from the sky making a large wound.

Thousands of Cetra pulled together, trying to heal the Planet...

End Flashback

"Your that woman in the videos at Icicle Inn, you were the second last Cetra." Ifalna smiled, and nodded her head, taking a step forward.

"The last Cetra, until Aerith came along that is." She laughed, then looked at her daughter, "Aerith Gainsbrough Gast, the last of the Cetra, most blessed of us all. The heroine of the planet. How many more titles do you need, my dear, sweet daughter? Aerith blushed, then turned around, looking into the distance

"I didn't ask for them, and I'll leave you now, I'm sure you want to talk about something or other." When Aerith said this, she faded, leaving Cloud alone with the two women.

"Walk with us dear, there's something serious to be talked about." said Herita, and Cloud did walk with them, for quite a while.

"Whoa, wait, a prophecy, about Aerith?" Cloud stopped in his tracks, while his brain was sorting out all these facts. This was to much at once, a prophecy? About Aerith? No way, Jose, just no, not in Cloud's books.

"Yes dear, a prophecy, but the way the planet is, it's not gonna happen." Herita said, while Ifalna just stood there, looking blank. Herita looked at her with worry, and rushed off, saying her name. Ifalna's eyes looked cloudy.

"Cloud...have you been hearing a voice, anywhere? Apart from Aerith's?" Cloud thought back to his previous "nightmare"

The Cry of...

Hope...

So sorry...

"Yeah, I have."" He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling up the blonde locks. "It, well, it sounds like a she, and the voice keeps saying 'the cry of, so sorry." To this, Ifalna crumpled to the floor, screaming.

"Gaia!" "Why are you doing this to her, to me?!"

Cannot...

Last child of the Cetra...

Cannot...

So sorry...

"No! Please..." Ifalna didn't finish her sentence, sobbing while Herita put her arm around her shoulder, hugging her as a friend would do. Cloud just stood there, shocked. Another to cry for her? Wait...the Cry of...the prophecy.

"Cloud, I think it's time for you to go." He turned round, and he saw Aerith standing behind him, with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, but..." Aerith shook her head, then walked to her mother, hugging her with Herita while she sobbed. Cloud saw a tear fall from her emerald eyes and could see his own mother crying as well, before the scene around him disappeared, and he shot up from his bed, yet again, screaming Aerith's name.

"Cloud!" He heard footsteps running, then the door swung open. He closed his eyes, hearing that familiar voice yet again.

The Cry of the dead...

Cannot...

Hope...

I'm so sorry...

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Made up for the last chapter, yes? I hope you enjoy, and your views please.

If you were wondering where I got Herita's name from, I though she would be a lot like Aerith, and Herita is an anagram of Aerith.

And now! Back to my one-shots! -flys off-