A/N: This fanfic is from Colette's point of view just before she goes into the Tower of Salvation to become an Angel. There are slight spoilers if you haven't completed almost the entire first disk, but they shouldn't be too OMG WHY DID THAT HAPPEN?

It's short, but it is only the prologue, after all. :) I'd love to hear any comments you have, good or bad.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the game Tales of Symphonia. Namco does. :)

EDIT: 10/09/06 Very minor things.

To Become an Angel

Prologue: To Reveal

Dear Diary,

Today, today, today. Today is a very... special day. Heh... special. Today's entry will be my last entry. Today is the last time I see my friends. Today is the last day that I will see his smiling face, smiling for me, just for me.

Today is the last day I am Human.

Today is the day I become an Angel.

Today is the day that I die.

You have helped me through this more than you imagine... I have written my fears, my hopes, my dreams, and my deepest feelings within you. I'd cry- my heart is crying, right this second- but a Chosen isn't supposed to cry. An Angel isn't supposed to cry. An Angel doesn't have a heart to cry with.

But I don't care. I want to cry... cry my heart out, cry out all of the sins, cry out the pain of this beautiful world we live in and the one that's said to exist right next to us, side by side.

But I can't. I can't cry. I have to be strong for them. For the ones that have supported me all the way here to the end of my journey, for the ones that are awaiting the regeneration of the world. And I have to be especially strong for the ones that I will be destroying by completing the Ritual.

I want to cry.

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But today is also a special day, just by being what it is.

Today is also Halloween, the day when children run around in make-shift costumes, going from door to door, begging for sweets. At least that was how it was back in Iselia. Today is supposed to be a happy day. I can just imagine some children dressing up as me, the Chosen, a hero, a hope. After all, I sent a letter back to Phaidra, my grandmother, to say that the Ritual is almost complete.

I'm still a child. I'm only sixteen. Some say that I've grown up, that I should act more like my age and like the Chosen I'm supposed to be.

I want everyone to be happy, but these selfish desires I have, they're weights, holding me down. I will never become an Angel like Remiel, detached from the world, able to reside without emotion, without pity.

I will never be like him because I will be a dead Angel.

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Diary... unable to speak, unable to be able to feel anything, unable to do what you will... I am so like you. But I should feel happy, so happy that my friends will all be able to live in the regenerated world! I want them to be happy. Please, everyone, be happy for me, be happy enough for both of us. Oh Goddess Martel, please hear me... I pray that they will lead happy lives. I want them to have joy in their lives, even if their lives don't include me any longer.

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My name is Colette Brunel. I am the Chosen of Regeneration. I am about to save the world. And I am about to die.