Son of Etro
Author Notes: A semi companion piece to the Daughter of Etro, but its Pre Stella, and Pre Friends. Fourteen year old Noctis as well. I may do a somewhat of a companion piece this fic from having to do with Noctis uncle ( the old man in the trailer) perspective, and I also may do one from Robe Guys perspective. It is highly possiable they may be posted today or tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Versus XIII

I can only recall certain details of my near death experience.

My parent's screams of pain as the assassin shot them, my mother trying to shield my body from the countless bullets, but I guess her efforts were in vain.

Because the next thing I know I was waking up in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around my chest. The nurse told me I was shot on the right side of the chest, inches away from my heart. Shortly after that I was called the "Miracle Prince" the prince who survived against the assassination of my parents.

That is a lie.

It wasn't a miracle, or at least I never saw it as a miracle.

After my rebirth I was blessed or cursed depending on how you see it with Lady Etro's powers. Powers I never wanted before, powers I have grown to hate, because it makes me different from the other children. I know children would be likely to shun me away if they knew I was different from them. Perhaps it is the same with the other people who can see the light of Etro, or maybe they are seen as saviors.

I really don't know because I never met a person like myself before, but I can't deny the fact a part of me wants to see another person who is like me.

Perhaps we will even be friends.

The best of friends.

Or maybe will be enemies.

I honestly can't say for sure, but then again my knowledge of the future is very limited, and the only thing I do know is I would claim my right to the throne when I turn twenty one.

For a thirteen year old is too young to rule, and the council would never consider me ruling at this age, and personally I don't mind waiting until I am of age.

Yet I have a feeling my uncle would fight for his right for the throne when I do come of his age. He has always been arguing with my father that he should be king and not myself, but for some reason my father has always refused him.

I don't know why, and I never got the chance to ask my father why, but even if I did ask. I am not entirely he would have told me. He would probably say something along the lines it isn't for a child to know, but despite how cruel that may sound. I know my father wanted me to hold onto the last bits of childhood I can, before I take the throne or before I am force to attend more prince like type of duties.

Politics, learning how to use swords, I would probably be forced to attend dancing lessons as well, and I hate dancing especially ballroom dancing.

Learning how to use swords is the only I want to learn out of the three categories, and yet for some reason I get the feeling I already know how to use swords and other types of weaponry.

Maybe it is one of the advantages of being able to see the light. After all I can already use different types of magic. Something I only recently found out, even though it was probably on accident.

I am only grateful nobody witnessed me using magic.

I don't want people to treat me as an outcast or fear me, and I have a feeling if somebody saw me that is exactly what would happen.

I never ask to see the Light of Etro, but I suppose something is unavoidable.

For I am a son of Etro.

Whether I like or not.

-fin