Still have not played Tree of Tranquility or Animal Parade, but Wizard makes me strangely happy, so here you go.
I had lived many, many years; I had seen many generations come to life, live, and die. I had seen a lot in my unending lifespan, cooped up in the lighthouse. I had seen a lot of happiness, my fair share of tears, everything.
None of it effected me. I didn't attend festivals; I didn't go to weddings. I practiced and concocted new spells and potions, I gazed at the stars and predicted astrology; I dreamt of the future, of how things could occur. I saw outcomes before they happened. I knew how everything was going to go. If I was cynical, I could go as far to say things didn't happen out of the blue; everything contributed to something else. I lacked the awe the villagers and the residents of Harmonica Town had when things seemed to go right, or when that new rancher came onto the island and changed things so suddenly.
Fate, they called it, awed. If she had not come to the island, if she had not collected the bells and believed in the magic that the villagers had shrugged off, the island wouldn't be thriving like it was now, they said. It was just something that was bound to happen, that was meant to happen, I knew. I could see it in my dreams.
It had been so long since I had witnessed something the villagers called a "miracle;" something I called natural. Rarely was anything a miracle, especially to myself, seeing the future and events in my dreams and in my crystal ball.
It had been years since someone as insignificant as a human had made me feel such a wide range of emotions. It had been years, lifetimes, even, since I had heard a human being such as herself, not an immortal, speak my name - and speak it with such love, such affection.
"Gale," Molly said, her voice hushed, her eyes cast downwards, gazing warmly into the bundle of blankets she held in the crook of her arm. "Gale... isn't she a little miracle?"
Even I could not have foreseen the immediate fondness, the sudden love and familiarity I conjured up after looking at her rounded face, seeing how she resembled myself so greatly, after seeing the pale, ash-colored hair on my daughter's head. Even a Wizard such as myself couldn't have expected the relief I had felt after hearing the small girl take her first breath, and begin to wail. She was healthy, she was beautiful, she was a mix-blooded child of a Wizard and a simple rancher.
She was perfect.
"She... is a miracle," I whispered.
"Before, I couldn't picture how she would have looked like, and now that I've seen her... I can't see her any other way." Molly said, finally looking up at me with a smile on her face.
"I... don't think I would wanted her... to be any other way... to be any other person," I told her, "It's... a thing called 'fate'. She... was meant to be the way she is." I hesitated. Things so precious were unfamiliar to me. I reached my arm out, stroking the child's cheek, her soft tuft of hair.
"It is fate, isn't it?" Molly said. "Fate... I like that. It suites her."
It had been years since someone as insignificant as a human had made me feel such a wide range of emotions. It had been centuries since I had believed in a thing called "fate."
The little girl's eyes opened at my touch, revealing the wintergreen coloring of my own, swirling and unfocused.
I now believe in a thing called "fate;" for it is not a thing anymore, but a living, breathing human being. For Fate is my daughter, and I have to believe in her, just as much as I now believe in her namesake.