A/N: Here we go, the first official chap- oh wait. Sorry, I lied D: But! I felt the need to include a second prologue, because I felt it better 'set the stage', so to speak, for the story itself. So, here is Part 2 of the Prologue. By the way, thank you all soo much for the wonderful reviews! I literally squealed the moment I saw them, you all honestly made my day. Please enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN FFXIII HAHAHAHAHA.

The Pulsian woman grinned, watching the petite red head prance to the rhythm of the drums and chanting of the elders, completely surrounded by surprisingly rhythmically talented Yun warriors. The girl stuck out like a sore thumb, although this might be due to her orange pigtailed Dia- tresses, which completely stood out amongst the raven locks of the Yun tribe, but that didn't seem to bother her at all, even when she lifted up a small boy from the crowd and begun dancing ridiculously with the child.

The woman shook her head fondly at the sight, a wide smile on her face. She stood from her place on the solid earth, being so tall as to nearly surpass the numerous leather huts that had been carefully strung together by the clan's skilled hands. The wafting smoke from a large bonfire in the middle of the fiasco was seeping up into the overhead, a circle of sky punched out through a forest of trees. The stars were just beginning to emerge from their daylight masks, a high orange starting to taint the blue sky. The tall woman spotted her father, Chief of the Yun tribe, speaking with a few of the heads of their clan. She walked over to them just after snatching an ear of corn from a nearby basket, and began absentmindedly pulling back the carcass as she strolled over.

The entire clan was celebrating the successful birth of a baby boy, a newborn from the Dia tribe. Vanille, the Dia's redheaded medicine apprentice, was sent to deliver the news to the Yun tribe. A wonderful swirl of joy arrived with her, (as it always did), but this time, the two tribes celebrated as brothers and sisters.

The Chief noticed his daughter's presence immediately, smiling as she walked over. "Wh-ing-gah-poh, my daughter."

The Pulsian woman nodded towards her father, then towards the rest of the leaders. One of them, (who looked particularly old, if Fang did say so herself), shook his head in a disapproving fashion at the tan warrior woman. "Ah, Yun Fang. Will you ever grasp the concept of time management?"

Fang tilted her head in false thought. "Hm…I suppose only time will tell, eh Gramps?" her Pulsian accent ran through her vocals like silk, and then grinned inappropriately at her own joke.

The elder only deepened his scowl, (which seemed to have been his only expression for as long as Fang had known him), at his granddaughter. A calloused, wrinkled hand of his lifted to ball its lower half into a fist, two fingers pointing straight at Yun Fang, and shook them at her. "You would do well to learn a handful of respect. Soon you will hold the chieftaincy of your father, and such a task comes with substantial responsibility. And furthermore-"

The Pulsian woman sighed at her grandfather's insatiable need to lecture her. She thoroughly understood the responsibilities of clan leader, and the job indeed entailed considerable risks.

Nothing Oerba Yun Fang couldn't handle.

Or so she thought.

~ A/N There you have it! Le prologue le parte dos! Yeah...I just combined French and Spanish. Deal wif it. ANYWAY! I'll have the first official chapter posted as soon as possible. Gold star to whoever can name 10 Zelda characters who are completely useless! :D Please review, my lovely turtles.