Author's Note: Hello! And welcome to The Final Fragment. I'm proud to report that this is my first ever fan-fic! Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome, just don't rake me over the coals saying how much you hate my story, even if you indeed do hate it (I don't know why you would though). Anyway, something you should know is that I don't know how often I'll be able to update this story, but I'll try to do it on a consistent basis. Also, this chapter, and others, may be subject to revision every now and then. Well, that's enough of me talking. Let's get on with the story, shall we?
Warning: Major game spoilers in this story! Read at your own risk.
Oh, and I don't own final fantasy. At all. It's pretty obvious.
Prologue
A young girl, maybe of about 14 years of age, is sitting at the computer. She has another name, but let's just call her Miranda. Miranda has just seen the ending of Final Fantasy XIII-2, and she's staring at the computer screen, unable to decide whether she should scream, cry, or throw a tantrum.
She proceeds to do all three.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No, no, no! How could they do this? How DARE they? What kind of ending is that? They…they killed her! Aaaah…waa-hanh….!"
Meanwhile, while our friend is having her conniption fit – and for good reason, too, no doubt -there seems to be a man, about six inches tall – yes, that inches, not feet – climbing over the end of the computer desk. He is wearing a black suit, and looks somewhat like a professional businessman. For the purposes of this story, he will be known as Mr. Problematic. Seeing Miranda jumping up and down and crying beside her chair, Mr. Problematic smiles. Then, after about a minute, he becomes annoyed.
"Ugh, you noisy child! What is wrong with you?"
Miranda stops her jumping and screaming, and with a sniff, looks up to find Mr. Problematic standing on the desk with his arms crossed. It doesn't take the girl long to reply.
"What's wrong with me? Lots of things are wrong! Serah is dead and Etro is gone and Lightning is crystal and Noel is heartbroken and the world has turned Valhalla and time has stopped and there's no happy ending! What are we going to do?" When Miranda finally stops to breathe, she finds that Mr. Problematic doesn't seem to be troubled at all. In fact, we see him sitting down with his legs swinging off the side of the desk, much like the way of a care-free little boy, and he seems to be enjoying the whole traumatic situation.
"What are we going to do?" answers Mr. Problematic. "Why, nothing of course!" He looks at Miranda as if she is a foolish child who has suggested something that is utmost ridiculous. "Like you said, little girl, Serah is dead, and there is no happy ending here. And you know what? There is nothing you can do about it!"
Miranda really doesn't like the sound of that. His response stops her in her tracks, but only for a moment. She starts again, her gears (metaphorically speaking, of course) running full force. "Oh, no. No you don't! That is not going to happen! NO – WAY! There will be a happy ending and there is something I can do about it! Besides," she says with her arms crossed, with the look and tone of a child who believes she knows something that her opposition does not, "there are still many prophecies that haven't come true yet."
That catches Mr. Problematic off guard and certainly gets his attention, and he isn't sure he likes where this is going. "Prophecies?" he asks, somewhat bewildered, wondering what this girl could possibly be up to. "What prophecies?" Miranda just smiles.
"Oh, you'll see."