Fate...it's such a precious, delicate thing, don't you think? Some people think they can control their own fate, choose their own destiny. Others, however, think their fate was set in stone the day they were born, unable to change or shift. According to legend, my fate was set hundreds of years before I was born. The legend goes that when the first humans were created, the oldest sister begged the gods to allow her to protect her siblings and, in return, she would keep the world safe. The goddess Etro felt compassion for the sister and blessed her with the gift of magic, making her the Mage. When the sister fell in love and got married, she had a daughter. From then on, the oldest daughter of the same line always became the next Mage. My mother, Elena Propheta, was also the Mage while my father, Jacob Aduro, was in the Guardian Corps, though he left to marry my mother. Three years later, I was born and my mother was forced to abandon our family because she had been branded a l'Cie exactly on the day I was born. All she left me was her bead necklace, which showed I was the next Mage, and I've worn it ever since my father put it around my neck. Every night since she left, my mother used her powers to talk to me, telling me she loved me and how much she missed me. Even though I was only a baby, I still think I hear her voice sometimes. But, one day, PSICOM soldiers showed up at our front door and gave my father my mother's white ribbon, which she used to hide her l'Cie brand. They said nothing, only giving Dad the ribbion and leaving, telling us without words that Mom was gone. I can still see their eyes staring at me in my nightmares, as if they were wondering if I would turn out the same as my mother, the Mage and a l'Cie, the protector of the world and the enemy. Mom was the first in the long line of Prophetas, since Mages never changed from that first last name, to become a l'Cie. From then on, my insecurities grew even if Dad told me amazing stories of Mom and our neighbors, the Estheims, became like a family to me. I never used my magic, not once in 14 years. But...that all changed on one fateful day. Looking back on it, I feel like if I made just one different decision, my life would have turned out completely different. But now, I wouldn't imagine my story any other way. Would you like to hear it? It's kind of long, but if you're willing...than let me begin. It started when I went on a vacation with my father, my best friend, Hope Estheim, and his mother, Nora Estheim...

Rosalia Propheta stood beside her father, Jacob Aduro, Hope Estheim, her best friend, and his mother, Nora Estheim. Rosalia was a 14 year old girl with shoulder length blonde hair with bright white streaks and gray eyes with blue specks. She wore a white tank top with an open gray vest, black jeans, black leather boots, an ankle length light pink and white sash with a leather belt around her waist, a white and silver bead necklace, a red headband and rose petals rested in her streaked hair. Around her right wrist was a white ribbon. Rosalia smiled a small smile as she watched the fireworks before she silently made a wish.

I wish...I could be brave like Mom...That was her wish, one she's had ever since she could remember when Jacob started telling stories of her mother, Elena. Just then, Rosalia's eyes were drawn to Hope's hand as he stood beside her. Ever since she was 10, she had had a crush on her best friend but she never told him. He would never know. After all, how could he like the Mage who was half a l'Cie? As that thought drifited through her mind, Rosalia gripped her wrist, right where her ribbon was. Under that ribbon was a faded l'Cie brand, meaning she wasn't a full l'Cie yet. According to her father, her mother had the same kind of brand before she left them in order to protect them. My fate is coming...how much longer I have, I don't know...She released her wrist as she felt Jacob's hand on her shoulder. He was telling her everything would be alright, she just knew it. Rosalia smiled softly at her father as he pulled her closer while they watched the fireworks. Since she wasn't looking, Rosalia missed Hope looking at her own hand before he too focused back on the fireworks.

That day seemed like it always did...I never knew what would happen that night...that the Purge would come and take away everything from me while setting me on the path that would bring me to where I am now.

Hello to everyone who is reading this! And if you've read my other stories, than yes, I am insane for writing a brand new story again. This story is basically a prologue to give you an insight to Rosalia's character and what her story will be. The whole Mage idea is based off of the White Mage class and it'll cause a lot of trouble for Rosalia. And the whole narrative thing is an older Rosalia telling her story in Final Fantasy XIII: Reminiscence-tracer of memories-. I thought it'd be a good way to tell the story and you'd see what Rosalia now thinks. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and please review to let me know what you think! Bye!