Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy VII, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible. Thank you, Square-Enix.

Notes: Inspired by Square-Enix's publicity department in regards to Aerith in the FF7 compilation.


Prologue: Weary

Eventually… all humans die. What happens to them after they die?

The body decomposes and returns to the Planet. That much everyone knows.

The Maiden, as she was called, absently watched a funeral. The man was young in appearance, maybe twenty. The box he rested in hid the gapping bullet wound.

What about their consciousness, their hearts and their souls?

The soul too returns to the Planet.

The Lifestream expanded with the new arrivals… "There have been so many deaths recently," a man beside the Maiden commented.

And not only those of humans, but everything on this Planet. In fact, all living things in the universe are the same.

A sigh from a measure away. "It's all the wars," a feminine voice commented. "They've been killing each other and this Planet."

The spirits that return to the Planet merge with one another and roam the Planet.

They roam, converge, and divide, becoming a swell, called the 'Lifestream'.

The Maiden changed her attention to a fallen city. Destroyed so long ago that no human remembered its name. What had been desert was now jungle.

Lifestream… In other words, a path of energy of the souls roaming the Planet.

'Spirit Energy' is a word that you should never forget.

A burly voice asked, "Why tha hell ya always lookin' at dat damn hellhole!"

"Let 'er #$&'n' look at whatever the #$& she wants, #$&," a second man responded.

A new life… children are blessed with Spirit Energy and are brought into the world.

Then, the time comes when they die and once again return to the Planet…

A shriek pierced the silence. The scene immediately shifted to a hospital. A newborn with silver hair, murdered. Almost silent, someone commented, "Another one… When will they learn?"

"They're just all meanies!"

Of course there are exceptions, but this is the way of the world.

The Maiden shook her head. "I'm… getting tired of this."

She could feel his smile rather than see it. "This time, you're not going to be alone."

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