Jul 18, 2010 20:45
Ironically, he'd found himself not really wanting to leave.
Granted, he still had work back in his Father's Kingdom, but there were tasks back in that wasted city, souls which shone bright as any star in the firmament. But Michael had heard his Father's call, and he'd come, somehow breaching the veil which bound the others there and had returned to Paradise. The true Paradise.
But even then, walking upon streets of gold, he heard that quiet voice, the reaching out of a questioning soul, seeking answers, seeking comfort. A voice he knew, one he'd hated to leave, for it seemed to need him so.
Cloud...
A bit later, Michael stood upon the bank of a stream somewhere between the worlds, leaning comfortably against a tall broad oak tree. He waited for a few moments, then came a quiet shimmer and Cloud Strife himself stood just yon, brought from the world he knew to this quiet slice of nowhere.
"Apologies for the abrupt travel arrangements," Michael chuckled. "I had to talk rather fast to get this small slice of time, but I sensed you needed it."