Professor Hojo's test subjects had escaped from Icicle Inn. Furious that the last Cetras had fled, he sent out search parties, and interception points were set up in all the cities around the world. They were short on help, as the war in Wutai had begun, but it was enough. They were to be returned upon capture. However, just the smallest decision could change the outcome of everything, as one Turk was about to find out.
On the train to Midgar, Iflana held her daughter's hand, trying to stay awake. She had been severely weakened by her wounds, but she had to get her daughter to safety. More importantly, she had to pass on the last means of saving the planet to her daughter.
"Aerith," she said softly, catching her daughter's attention. "Listen to me. I have to give you something."
"What is it, mommy?" her seven year old asked, eyes wide and concerned. Iflana pulled out a small white ball, crystalline in appearance, glowing softly in the palm of her hand.
"This...its materia. Magic. Its called Holy."
Her daughter took it hesitantly, smiling when she took the materia from her mother and felt the warmth coming from it.
"What does it do?"
"It will save the planet, should the time come. It is the only way to stop Meteor, should someone find the black materia."
"Mommy...?" her daughter asked, clearly confused.
"Its okay. You will understand in time. But for now, just listen. A time may come when you are needed to save the Planet. That is when you should follow the voice. It will lead you where to go, and you will know how to work Holy."
"Okay," her daughter nodded, gripping the materia tightly in her hand. Iflana winced as another pang of pain shot through her.
"You're a good girl," she said softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Mommy." Aerith answered, hugging her mother. Iflana closed her eyes as the train drew ever closer to Midgar.
A/N: Attack of the plot bunny! Alternate universe. See the next chapter for more. (;