"Geostigma?" Rianna thought to herself. She'd heard about it, and seen the bandages on children or unfamiliar faces, but never had she seen the full effect of it.
Flash backs of Hojo's experiments, triggered by the sight of the stigma, enraged her to an extent she couldn't control. Rapidly the skies turned dark as her anger built forming between her hands a tornado-like sphere, unmatched by any normal wind materia. This power came from her heart for the man, and the woman, but more importantly, for her child who was peeking out from behind the rubble.
Children Of The Lifestream
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