Phacia is my favorite character in Lunar, so I decided to dedicate an entire Fanfiction to her. This is to go in the list of the many retellings of Lunar: The Silver Star. I hope you enjoy it. This story begins one, maybe two years before Lunar: The Silver Star begins, to avoid any confusion.

Rated T for language, sexual content, violence, and dark themes. Rating may go up, so keep in mind.

SapphireLibra3 presents

Lunar

Phacia's Song

I

It was always dark at the Frontier, but when it rained that darkness seemed even deeper. It was the kind of darkness that you could feel more so than see, and it almost looked like the Frontier was crying, just as many of the people of the Frontier tended to cry, thinking about the one thing beyond their reach. As she sat outside and watched the rain she began having her usual thoughts about life and the world. To her, the rain was the one of the few gifts that the Goddess granted them. She could have been really cruel and denied them the sun and the rain just as she denied them the trees and the grass, yet everyday she could wake up and see the sunrise and sunset, and every so often she saw the rain. Could this be a sign that the Goddess still had some sort of love for them?

She would often find herself going to the Goddess Shrine, not to worship, but more so to look at the Goddess Tower above the shrine. Was she really that close? And if she was, then why did it seem like she was ignoring the people. There were droughts, famine, subjugation, and while the people cried out, no one seemed to answer. What kind of Goddess ignores the cries on her people? But she did offer the people basic gifts. They got all of what the Vile Tribe called Green Earth. Water, food, wildlife, it was all in basic abundance in Green Earth. In the Frontier, those were harder to come across. It was so bad that the Vile Tribe had to make a "village" called Cadin, for those who were too weak to live outside of special pods which constantly fed them the little bits of magical energy in the Frontier.

When she took those trips, her sisters always gave her hell for it. The three of them were the rulers of the Vile Tribe. Many of the Vile Tribe were monsters, but they were the only members besides Taben who looked remotely human, and in Taben's case he was a traitor to Green Earth. Her sisters, Xenobia and Royce, were more spiteful than she. They downright hated the Goddess, and were just waiting for the opportunity to exact what they called the "revenge of the Vile Tribe".

Phacia, however, was slightly different. She wasn't sure she hated the Goddess, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of animosity toward the Goddess. Her mother before her was banished to the deepest depths of the Frontier alongside the rest of the Vile Tribe. She didn't fully remember her mother; she was human, and couldn't live in the Frontier for too long. It was a miracle that Phacia and her sisters were able to live for so long. Phacia figured that they just adapted to the environment. It also helped that they did look so much like humans so they could pass. All they had to do was cover up the tattoos that covered their bodies.

While her thoughts only differed slightly from those of her sisters, she actually differed greatly from their personalities. Looking at them all, the first thing you would notice would be the way she dressed. Compared to her sisters, who wore extremely provocative clothing, Phacia's garments weren't as revealing. The worst thing about them was probably how high they were cut at the sides, allowing you to see her legs completely. Other than that she wore dark blue high heels, and her dress was long and dark blue, and other than the high cuts mentioned before and a slight bit of cleavage showing at the top, the dress wasn't very revealing. She wore her impossibly long platinum hair in a pony tail, and she also had a dark blue scarf that she let hang from her wrists, overall giving her a very beautiful and wise look.

She wasn't ashamed of her body, not in the slightest. She found herself staring at her naked body in the mirror for a good few minutes every morning before she got cleaned up, and she knew she was gorgeous. She just didn't see a point to dressing so extravagantly. The only other men in the Frontier were monsters, and the few times they were in Green Earth they had to hide their tattoos, so it wasn't like anyone saw them. Phacia shook her head thinking about her sisters, how full of hatred they were, and how they seemed so impractical at times.

Xenobia was technically the middle one age wise, but she and Phacia were only a year apart. She was elected the leader of the Vile Tribe after winning a duel against Phacia. She only won because she cheated, and everyone knew it. Sadly no one could prove it, so Xenobia was made leader of the Vile Tribe, although everyone knew that the leader should have been Phacia.

That went into the other thing that differed between Phacia and her sisters. Overall Phacia was calmer, and nicer to the lesser members of the Vile Tribe. She was the only one of them to ever make weekly visits to Cadin, and everyone in the Vile Tribe loved her.

How long had she been out here? A couple of hours, maybe? Funny how the rain hadn't let up at all. Phacia felt like going to see what this rain storm looked like on Green Earth, so she stood up and began walking through the hallway.

"Excuse me, Mistress," one of the guards called out, catching Phacia's attention.

"Yes, what is it?" Phacia responded, not turning around.

"Xenobia wanted me to inform you that we're expecting a visitor in a couple of hours."

A visitor? Who in their right mind would come here? "Who is this visitor?" she asked.

"I was not told, but Xenobia and Royce said that this visitor was extremely important. According to Royce, this person is going to be the key to our salvation."

Ha, Phacia thought, that'll be the day. Now she knew this visitor was nothing but trouble. Why was Xenobia doing this? The fact that she was falling for something like this proved that she wasn't fit to be leader. If it were Phacia, this visitor wouldn't have even made it to the front gates. But no, Xenobia's word was law, so if this visitor was supposed to be their "salvation" (as if there was such a thing in the Frontier) then it must be so.

"Mistress? Are you well?" the guard asked when Phacia didn't answer right away.

"Yes, I'm fine," Phacia answered, "I'm going out for a few minutes. Tell my sisters that I'll return by the time the visitor arrives."

"Very well, Mistress," the guard bowed and left her be. Phacia always thought it was interesting how only she was "Mistress". Of course, when Xenobia and Royce were present they got the same amount of respect as well, but Phacia was the only one tonot get it as a form of lip service. Laughing to herself, she exited the castle and used her magic to warp herself to her usual spot on Green Earth.

She arrive a few seconds later sitting under the awning of the Althena's Shrine, pleased to see it was still raining. Out here though, the rain was almost beautiful. As she sat and watched the rain fall she noticed a shadow appear in front of her. She looked up and saw the magical city of Vane floating over head. It floated in a circle to protect the Goddess. Phacia wondered what it was like up there. Was it pretty? Were the people nice? She had heard that two of the Four Heroes lived there: Ghaleon and Lemia. Would she ever meet them?

"Hello Miss," a tiny voice said from behind Phacia, making her jump a bit. She turned her head and saw a little girl with purple hair wearing Priestess garments. Was she a student here?

"It's not good to talk to strangers, you know," Phacia said to the little girl softly.

"I know, I just noticed that you come here a lot, but you never come inside. Anybody who comes here can't be a bad person."

Phacia had to smile hearing that. This little girl was sweet, and Phacia liked kids. She was thankful Xenobia wasn't here. Otherwise that little girl might have learned the hard way why not to talk to strangers.

"I stay away from the Goddess. It's clear she doesn't care about me," Phacia said looking down in sadness.

"That's not true!" the little girl said, shocking Phacia a bit, "The Goddess Althena cares about all of her people. I'm sure she loves you too, Miss."

If only I were as sure as you, Phacia thought. She forced a smile to make the little girl happy, "Maybe your right," Phacia replied, even if she wasn't too sure if she believed it herself. The little girl ran back inside waving to Phacia, who turned back to the outside. It looked like the rain was letting up, letting the sun shine through the dark clouds. Was this a gift from the Goddess as well?

She heard a bell ring from the shrine, signalling that it was now twelve o'clock. Phacia figured that their "visitor" would be there by now. Phacia decided it would be best to warp back to the Frontier. She didn't respect Xenobia enough to care what she could do to her for not listening to her orders, but at the very least she could be there to keep an eye on things.

Even though, if she had her way, she would stay under that awning forever...

So, tell me what you think. Do you like it? Do you want to know what happens next? Leave a review and tell me what you think.