Etro's Incarnate

by Moonbeamgoddess

She has been chosen by bearing the Goddess' mark as the one who will lead the way, but will it be to salvation or will it be to death? Upon these mortals that think themselves gods at times, she will be the one to bestow judgement upon them all. IgnisxOC, GladiolusxOC, PromptoxOC, NoctisxLuna.

Prologue: Marked by Fate

BREAKING NEWS:

Etro's Incarnation walks among us?!

Who is SHE?!

People please it's just a False Idol.

This is a complete an otter hoax.

What is this some kind of joke?

She will lead us out of the Darkn- *click*

"Damn nonsense!" proclaimed the bartender as he turned off the T.V. Switching to any other station wouldn't help either considering it was the same stuff on every station not just the news stations.

"Sorry Miss, here's your drink," said the man as he handed Serena her drink.

"Thanks," she said with a sullen face.

How had it come to this?

What did she do wrong?

Oh, that's right….nothing. She had done nothing wrong. No, she was chosen.

Just like the Prince the Lucis, and his betrothed the Oracle.

Chosen though wasn't exactly the right word for it though, hit over the head was more like it.

She brushed her hair from her face and took a swig of her tea, earl grey at its finest, her favorite always managed to calm her down. When she put down her cup of tea, she looked at the book page it front of her, she'd torn out of a book she found in the library.

Or she shouldn't say that at the least, more like the book found her, somehow.

The page itself was nothing to lengthy, just a written legend about when She would come to be.

She is the true one

The incarnation of the eternally sleeping goddess herself,

She will be a beacon of light

She will guide the way,

But is it to our salvation she will lead us?

Or is it to our deaths?

For humans think themselves omnipotent, invincible

She will be the one to judge the hearts of those

And see whether or not they are truly worthy

Of her divinity

Great, Serena thought to herself as if things weren't already turbulent enough. She continued reading.

For they will know when she walks

She is marked by the goddess herself

Bearing Etro's mark

She will lead us to our salvation

Or she will lead us to our deaths

Of course she will, thought Serena. "And of course it has to be me." Serena muttered grimly to herself.

Turning around on the barstool and looking out the windows directly behind her, she looked out at the horizon, the sun setting on the sea in this quaint little town, it looked so peaceful.

But….

So does the calm before the storm.