A series of connected drabbles in no particular order. Mostly centers around the adventures of a young Fang and Vanille within their home town of Oerba.
Long ago, the people of Gran Pulse looked to the sky for inspiration, the promise of a better life.
A life they could achieve through hard work, dedication and kindness.
To climb the mountain alone was a sign of ultimate strength. To hunt a beast alone was the sign of adolescence. To kill the beast you hunted made you an adult. To instruct the young on the skills of life made you a guardian. To lead the hunt into the plains made you an elder. To lead your clan or village made you Chief. To guard the home of the fal'Cie made you a priest or monk and to take on the ultimate role of honour and responsibility made you l'Cie.
To live and to hunt, to run beside the others or to walk behind, to tend the soil and ride through the plains, to journey and explore, to show kindness and feel love, to feel sadness and joy, to look to the sky and see a promise of the bright days to come.
The people of Gran Pulse looked up and were filled with hope, knowing that they were being watched over by the fal'Cie and others of their kind. Nothing made them feel safer.
The soil was rich, the game plentiful and the waters clear.
Life was good, and then...