Author's Notes:

Due to the review of Scootareader I decided to take the convention-part out of the prolog and make it into it's own chapter.

The idea behind the style it is written in is that you, the reader, found one of Sephiroth's sound recording spheroids and are now listening to it.
If this is well received then I will use this style for future retellings of her past.

So I hope you enjoy.

P.s: As always thanks to my editor Golden Script for not only makeing time to look over this chapter but also to encourage me to try this thing with the spheroid.

“Wait. You really want to record this? Oh come on! I just wanted to tell you how I got sent to Equestria. There is absolutely- Why are you grinning like that?”

A rather girly gasp could be heard, followed by an amused and definitely way too deep chuckle to belong to the same woman that had been talking. A distinctly male sounding voice answered.

“Aww. So I don’t get to play with your little prized possessions?”

A sigh echoed out of the little blue crystal you’re listening to.

“Let me guess. It’s already recording?” Only another deep chuckle answers. “Alright, alright. I’ll just get it over with then.”

The woman cleared her throat rather loudly and took a deep breath.

“To whoever listens to this. My name is Sephiroth, a being created to wield unimaginable power, a monster created by scientists and overall a pretty badass looking villainess.

“Yes, you heard right. Despite the original Sephiroth being a guy, I’m more than certainly a woman.”

Again the female voice was interrupted by the male one.

“And I can certainly attest to that.”

A slap resounded from the little, glowing device followed by a soft grunt of pain. Then the woman continued after a false cough.

“Nevermind him. He’s just feeling a little playful as of late and tries to get under my skin so he could test how far he can go before he really pisses me off.”

A shocked gasp, obviously fake, from the male silenced her.

“I’m not trying to get under your skin, but under your clothes would be nice.”

Silence. Whatever the male voice seemed to expect, it was not the silence that lasted for a while.

“Wait… are you blushing?”

“Stop it…”

“Don’t you look away from me. I saw that blush!” singsonged the male voice only to chuckle again, but this time it was cut short by a shrill and strangely resonating sound. A sound like the one a blade makes when it’s dragged across steel, but with an otherworldly humming tone surrounding it and a light addition of a, barely audible, flaming blast.

“Woah woah woah! Seph, please keep that thing out of my face! Alright, I’m sorry. Please don’t slice me up. It’s rather bothersome to put myself together after that. Geez, summoning your sword makes my skin crawl. Just feels… wrong. And that is something, coming from me.”

The woman sighed again; and shortly after, the sound of what seems to be the summoning of Sephiroth’s sword could be heard again. Then her voice sounded out of the crystal.

“So, where was I? Ah yes.

“Everything had begun after my friends convinced me to go to a games convention with them and even forced me to do a cosplay. Well, what can I say? Sephiroth always was my favorite villain. For one, he looked absolutely badass; his silver hair alone had my heart pumping faster than a hummingbird’s. Not to speak of his more than appealing form. He has just the right amount of muscle to be eye catching, but not as ugly as the towering masses of flesh on body builders. On top of that was his personality. He was always cool and always in control. He could slice a goddamn dragon in half and make it look like he just swung his ridiculously long sword through nothing but air! But he never boasts or rubs his superiority in the face of anyone.

“Well… before he goes all crazy-world-destroying and stuff.

“So I surrendered to the continuous pestering of my friends and actually dressed up as a female version of the guy. Black cloak, silver dyed hair, and even fluorescent contact lenses with slitted holes in the middle for the pupils.

“But there was one thing missing. I couldn’t make a sword for my costume. Every attempt ended with disastrous results. It would always break or bend--and one even caught fire (don’t ask).

“When we eventually appeared at the convention it was understandable that I was not satisfied with my cosplay. That, in turn, had the interesting side effect that my expression seemed to match the unamused one Sephiroth always wore when he was not half grinning.

“Needless to say, I received a lot of compliments. There was even a man dressed as Cloud who pleaded to take a picture of me and him. I never once thought of refusing, but before I could answer him my eyes fell on something on one of the merchant stores; or, more accurately, on something behind it. There, on a pedestal, encased in glass, rested an exact copy of Sephiroth’s sword.

“It called out for me, it was positioned exactly in the right way to gleam magically in the artificial light of the convention center. I simply had to get it--but the pricetag destroyed any hope of my obtaining it. I joked to the Cloud cosplayer that if he wants a picture of me then he had to buy me the sword.

“And he actually did it.

“Every attempt to argue with him over how this was way too expensive for me to accept or that I was just joking or him going and getting his money back failed utterly. He just kept on smiling, stating that he would have bought me the sword even if not for the picture, cause, in his words, I just looked so much more complete.

Reluctantly I took the sword out of its case, which apparently went with the thing, and... that was my last memory before waking up in this world…”

Again there was a brief silence before she asked in a surprised tone.

“Nothing? Really? You didn’t even interrupt me this time around. Hey. Are you ill or something?”

Shuffling could be heard.

“Wh-what are you doing? Hey! Get off of me! What has- hmpf!”

What silenced her this time was revealed instantly as the last sound the crystal replayed was that of a kiss…

...and a slap.