It's another Norco Fanction!! That is, a fiction by Norco.
I own nothing, except for my computer, the clothes on my person, and my sanity. 
Sometimes not even that...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a short one. Hope you like!!

No Rest for the Lion Hearted - Epilogue

  The Highwind floated silently above the forgotten city. On the bridge, Cid 
looked at Cloud and Tifa. 
  "Do you really think that we need to go?" Cid asked quietly. Before he could 
answer, a voice cut him off.
  "I think -urch- that we should get on the ground again, I'm SICK!!" Yuffie, of 
course. Cloud smiled thinly. Yep, everything was back to normal. For a moment, 
he wondered what Squall was doing. 
  "Penny for your thoughts," Tifa asked him. 
  "I'm sure that you only have Gil," Cloud smiled down at her. "Actually, I was 
just thinking about Squall and the others. Wondering what they are doing. 
Wondering about that evil force that Aeris mentioned. Wondered -"
  "You know, I am wondering when you are going to stop being the hero, and be a 
husband," Tifa said with a laugh. Cloud looked at her. "I know that you wouldn't 
have it any other way, Tifa." He grinned. And together, the watched the sun set 
as the Highwind returned to Nibelheim. 

  A little boy stood in front of a tent, in a small camp on the edge of a 
highway in the middle of nowhere. 
  'Good morning," a man dressed in beads said, his eyes crinkling. "I understand 
you're here to get a necklace from us."
  "Yes," the boy stammered, not liking the fact that he was speaking with 
strangers and had no adults to protect him. His voice strengthend. "I am." The 
adult chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Was he what the garden instructors 
called a 'hippy'?
  "So, what is your name?" the man asked, an amused look still in his eyes. The 
boy looked up at him.
  "My name is Squall. Squall Leonhart." This little boy looked up to the man in 
the tent. It was almost comical.
  "Lionheart, eh? Well, that's an interesting name. Why don't you go and pay a 
visit to the other people in our camp, and I'll give you a buzz when your 
necklace is ready. The boy ran off. Shaking his head, the man turned around, and 
got to work.

  Squall was wandering amongst the campers tent's, looking at the various wood 
carvings when he came across a young woman sitting in front of a crystal ball. 
  "Hello, little boy" the woman said, in a kind voice. "Would you like me to 
tell your fortune?" Squall's interest was piqued. 
  "Sure," he said, and hopped up onto the stool. She took his hand. And she 
placed it on the crystal. Scenes flashed through it, flashing wildly. People and 
places he could not identify, except the occasional image of Balamb Garden, 
where he'd just enroled as a SeeD. 
  "You are the Lionhearted," she whispered, "There is no rest for the 
Lionhearted." The last part was almost to herself. It was if she's just found 
something of great importance.
  "My name is Squall Leonhart," the boy said, trying to make sense of it all. At 
that moment, the smith entered the tent. Squall wondered why the time had gone 
so fast. Perhaps it had something to do with this woman and her crystal ball.
  "Here you are," the smith said, handing Squall his still slightly warm 
necklace and ruffling his hair. Squall looked at it. The Lion's head was swept 
back, giving the distinct impression of it rearing back, warning all to stay 
away from it and it's wearer. Squall looked up at the smith and smiled.
  "It's the Lionheart, isn't it?" he asked. The smith grinned and ruffled his 
hair again. 

  Squall recalled the fond memory of recieving his necklace with a smile. He 
yawned. Strangely, he wasn't with Rinoa. He needed to think, and would make it 
up to her tommorow evening. The Eternal One... Hopefully, it wouldn't come down 
to Squall having to kill himself again. He shivered. And with that, he fell 
asleep.

  White light was all around him. There was no floor, no ceiling, just a white 
mist. He could not move, not speak or anything.
  INTERESTING CHOICE. 
  A voice!! It was massive, filling every empty space within his head. What was 
it? The Eternal One? He caught a glimpse of a monstrous creature, beyond 
description, seeming to fill his entire field of vision. It was massive, machine 
and creature. 
  YES, LIONHEARTED. YOU WILL BE SEEING ME SOON. WE SHALL MEET, AND I SHALL 
CONSUME ALL LIFE. YOU CANNOT STOP ME. YOU WILL MAKE A FINE FEAST. I LOOK FORWARD 
TO MEETING YOU SQUALL....

  Squall shivered, and he woke up. He shivered again, and not from the cold.

  The Eternal One was on it's way. 

THE END?