Hello all, this is your friendly incarnation of chaos, bringing you a story of Vanille and Fang's time on Gran Pulse, before the War of Transgression. I'm not sure how long this story will be, nor how intense the content will be, but I may be changing this to an M rating in the future.. Now without further ado, let us begin.

Chapter One

Fate-Bound Friends

Vanille, the copper-haired girl of clan Dia, squirmed as she woke up. Raising her head, she turned left and right to see that her only company was the robot Bhakti. "Hm...how long was I asleep?" She murmurs, standing up and slipping into her proper clothes.

Stepping outside of the house, Vanille grins as she sees a mane of wild black hair peeking over the edge of a walkway. Quieting her step, she slowly creeps up behind the unsuspecting raven and pounces on her, giggling.

"Gyah! Dammit Vanille, what're you doing?" Oerba Yun Fang shouts, plucking the girl off her shoulders and swinging her around for a moment. "I could've hurt you, idiot."

Grinning, Vanille shrugs her shoulders as Fang sets her down. "Yeah, but you never have, so I wasn't worried." she breaks free of Fang's grasp, giggling as she begins skipping down the empty road.

Shaking her head, Fang follows after the copper-haired vixen. "There's a first time for everything, now isn't there?" She wraps her arm around Vanille's shoulder, keeping her on the ground. "I am a hunter, after all. Maybe one day my instincts will take over and..." a snap sounds out, making Vanille jump before she realizes that all Fan had done was snap a twig.

"Ooo, not funny Fang!" She exclaims, glowering at the cackling woman. "You really scared me!"

Arching a brow at the girl, Fang smirks slightly. "Oh, I scared you? Big shock, that."

Rolling her eyes, Vanille continues walking through the town with Fang. The town was beautiful in spring, with gardens in full bloom and the sun's gentle rays shining down on everyone. Small birds flew in the air, soft chirping giving the residents of Oerba constant music.

In the center of town, a great structure loomed over all else, a tower rising towards the sky before flaring out halfway, creating the image of wings. Intricate designs of various hues and textures run all along the tower, circling the visage of a Fal'Cie face. This was the home of Anima, the Fal'Cie patron of Oerba; guardian of the village.

Humming quietly, Vanille looked skyward, immediately finding Cocoon and frowning. "Hey...Fang?"

Turning her head, Fang looks at Vanille curiously. "Yeah?"

"What do you think it's like on Cocoon?" She asks quietly, her voice just barely above a whisper.

Immediately, Fang frowns. "You know what I think, Vanille. It's a Viper's nest, full of liars and thieves." she clenches her hands into tight fists, pure rage etched onto her face. "They took our land, our people, and our lives. The sooner some L'cie turns into Ragnarok and takes that snake nest out of the sky, the better."

Vanille pouts, placing her hands on her hips. "But Fan-"

Whirling, Fang snarls. "No, Vanille! No buts." her eyes practically glowing with rage, she stands back to her full height. "...I have to hunt. See you tonight, Vanille."

The Dia girl simply watched as her best friend stormed off with her spear in hand. Raising her hands into her prayer symbol, she shuts her eyes. "...Fang..." she whispers, breathing in the salty scent of the ocean air.

~Within the Oerban Vestige...~

Deep within the Vestige, the Fal'Cie Anima hummed upon his throne. L'cie... he rumbles, his body glowing with a powerful as he sensed two ideal humans. His throne...no, the vestige as a whole, rumbled as the Fal'Cie laughed. Oh yes...those two shall do nicely... Without sclera or pupils, his eyes opened, a dark blue to match midnight. Ragnarok...your birth is nigh!

Alright guys, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Age of Wrath! The chapters may get longer at some point, but they'll likely stay about this size, with regular updates. Leave a review if you can, it doesn't need to be positive.