Note: I don't own any Final fantasy characters or anything of the sort. I'm not THAT talented lol.
A Story with No Name
Prologue:
In a kingdom, far away and long ago, there lived a king and queen. They had a small, yet peaceful kingdom. The ideal target of war. Land easily conquered. While the king and queen worried about this, they knew deep down they'd be alright. They had hope, and they had something else, something that gave them hope.
Tifa.
Their beloved daughter and the only one they had.
She was 6 years old when it happened. The Queen brought the little girl to her sister. "Please take care of her." The Queen said, tears in her eyes.
Tifa cried to, begging her mother not to leave.
"My dearest daughter, I love you and I am always with you. Always. Remain true to yourself. Have faith, and give others hope they never knew."
And with that, the queen left, her sister holding a young, crying princess protectively in her arms.
It was two days later that a mysterious killer from another kingdom assassinated the King and Queen in an attempt to take the throne.
However, the attempt had failed, for the murderer or head of whichever kingdom and sent the killer to assassinate the royals missed an important law. The current head of the kingdom was the royal council, until the heir to the throne was old enough to rule, and was married to a suitable prince. If in any event the princess was killed or died, if she died now, the Royal Council would choose the new ruler. If she died later on in life and was married, her husband would take control.
The killer was then sent to seek out the princess and kill her. The killer told a friend what he was going to do, but the killer's friend was a good person and tipped off the Queen's sister, Melanie, who currently had custody of thee young princess Tifa. He also told the council, who immediately sent out a search for the killer. The council was made up of good people…although they weren't actually people. They were Espers, magical beings with incredible powers. And at the time, incredible amounts of wisdom and right judgment.
Thankfully, the killer was caught and sentenced to death by the council. His death was even more painful having the murder f the King and Queen on his hands. The man was scorched to death by the flames of Ifrit, The strongest of the council Espers.
Still in fear of Tifa's wellbeing, Queen Melanie found an honest widowed peasant and arranged a deal. In return for a lifetime of care, meaning she'd never run out of food, or water or anything she needed, the woman would have to secretly care for the princess until she came of age. The widow agreed. Tifa grew in beauty and peace, having a beautiful singing voice. Tifa recalled nothing of her childhood, believing this widow was her mother, only knowing her aunt was a royal, and that was all. She had her mother, she had her best friend, Yuffie, and life was good for Tifa. Nothing could ruin this.
But fate had other plans.