A/N: Hello! I know I have billions of other stories in progress(none of them Final Fantasy XII), but I've had this story in my head ever since I started playing Final Fantasy XII. I'm not even done with the game yet! But I know what happens.

Chapter One

My Story

My name is Avriella-Reinix Lentali.

I am no Hume.

What am I? You may guess Bangaa. It is doubtful you would guess Seeq—they're not the sharpest daggers in the weaponry.

Viera? Hm, I can see your train of thought. But Viera don't leave the Wood, now, do they? At least, most don't.

I have left home. Who knows if I'll go back? It is uncertain, as much of the future is.

No, I am of an old race, older than Ivalice, thought to be extinct. There is not much talk of this race.

I am an Angel.

I was one of the very first Angels to set foot on this world. In fact, I was the very first White Angel to be created.

White Angels are the rarest kind of Angel. They are the kind you normally think of, with pure, feathery white wings. No other white can compare.

There are other Angels, of course, the most frequent kinds being the Gold, Silver, and Bronze Angels. There are also Garnet, Sapphire, Emerald, Topaz, Ruby, Amethyst, and many other Angels that have wings the color of precious stones. Diamond and Crystal Angels have died out completely.

Diamond Angels used to be the most beloved of Angels, there being very few of them. Crystal Angels followed. Their wings were almost see-through, and glittered elegantly. Next down the line were White Angels, then Gold Angels, then Silver, then Bronze, then all the other Angels.

Angels can only be created by a Diamond or Crystal Angel. They alone held the power of creation. All of the Diamond and Crystal Angels died out in a huge war millions of years ago. It was one that I took part in. The Angels are a steadily dying race, since they cannot reproduce. However, they do have the advantage of immortality. When an Angel is created, the creator decides the age the Angel shall look and be forever. Angels cannot die of old age, and their bodies do not age. For example: I was created at the beginning of Time, before Ivalice. I was created with the body of a fourteen-year-old. I still look fourteen.

After all the Diamond and Crystal Angels died out, the Angels turned to White Angels. I was the last White Angel left. They worshipped me. It was like that for a few thousand years, until I met my first real friend: Felictia-Everanis Rosamio, a Gold Angel. Felictia was a kind Angel, who also had the body of a fourteen-year-old. We would be together all the time, sometimes sneak out of Heaven's Holder, which is the name of the last city of Angels.

Eventually, there was another war. A great leader, Nizera-Bhorjo Xisi, died in the war. A cunning evil Angel made it look as though I had killed wise Nizera. I was exiled from the city, and I decided to live on the ground. Many exiled Angels had taken refuge in Bhujerba, but I wanted to be away from my kind. I lived with nomads for a while, then on my own as a wanderer. Eventually, Felictia made contact with me, and told me that she had cleared my name, and wanted me to come home. That was almost fifty years ago. I stayed away, and a tragic thing happened to me. But that is not a story I will tell now.

After much traveling, I decided to stay in Dalmasca, and live in the royal city of Rabanastre. Nobody glanced at me twice. Angels have certain powers, and one is the ability to not attract attention. Another ability is to make their wings appear and disappear at will. I traditionally have a feather from one of my own wings strung on a necklace around my neck, as Angel tradition goes. Even with the pure white feather so clearly in view, so noticeable, nobody took any notice of me. I lived in peace for a great while.

Until the war with the Empire.

The Empire. It disgusted me, before Vayne Solidor was defeated. Now I doubt it will cause much trouble in the future.

I remember when I first saw Vayne Solidor from close up. I had seen him many times before, without him knowing.

And that is where my story starts.

I stood in the hot and dusty street of Rabanastre, watching Solidor make his speech. As I heard his words, I felt the tension of Rabanastrans fading, and being replaced with growing respect.

"King Raminas loved his people. Strove to bring you peace. His was a rule worthy of your devotion . . . Even now, he remains among you, protecting you. His ardor for the peace and weal of Dalmasca falters not. I would ask only that you do your king honor. Together, let us embrace the peace, His Majesty would surely desire. Two years now divide us from war's bitter end, yet still its shadow looms over all, stifling the infant peace a pall only you may cast off. Achieve but this one thing and your hatred of me and the Empire will grieve me not. I will stand fast, I will endure your hatred, suffer your slings and arrows. I will defend Dalmasca! Here I will pay my debt! I swear it now! Though King Raminas and Lady Ashe be gone, they stand ever at the side of their people. In honoring their peace... you do honor to their memory, and to Dalmasca. What I ask, I ask plain. My hopes, now rest with you."

Vayne bowed to the people, and was greeted with roaring applause. I did no such thing. A curtain of my waist-length black hair covered my left eye, but still I stared at him with blazing emerald eyes. I glared at Solidor. Such bitter hatred spread through my whole body. I detested his voice, his clothes, his false speech. He would do whatever it takes to gain power. All he wanted now was the affection of Rabanastrans, and Dalmascans in general. Well, he would not win my affection.

He seemed to spot me. Angels cannot be spotted unless they want to be spotted or the person doing the spotting is going to have a great effect on their future. In this case, it was both. Vayne's lips curved into a taunting smirk at my hatred, seeming to say, "I'll get power, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He wanted a challenge? He would get it. He had no idea who he was messing with. I was Avriella-Reinix Lentali.

I was the last White Angel.

This is my story.

A/N: I know, not much, but it gives you an idea about how Angels work. She'll meet Vaan in the next chapter, I promise. For now, REVIEW! PLEASE!

Amy (WinterLoveSong)