It was a time which would never be able to be forgotten-or so they thought. They thought that his death, his legacy, would never be able to be forgotten. But they were proven wrong.

Exactly one year before Gol D. Roger's death, a dear friend of his had been executed. He knew he wanted to save him, wanted to put everything in the wind like usual and send every god damn marine to Hell for what they were about to do. But he couldn't, for he had made him swear on his nakama's life that he wouldn't interfere with his execution, with his death.

He had said, it was meant to be this way.

It was written in the stars when they were being created.

It just had to happen for the world to move on to a better place.

Roger couldn't say no, couldn't stop his friend as he walked to his death because this was what he wanted, this was the final stage of his dream and he had no right to stop his dream. Heck, if he did, then everything would have been ruined for the very beginning and he would have never been able to become Pirate King like he had.

Before he left the crew though, before he went to the marines and surrendered to them, he gave Roger a task and a mission, a duty to full fill. He swore on his own grave that if Roger didn't complete it, then he would personally come back to haunt him until he died as well, and even after that.

His mission, was to go to Baterilla and look for a woman named Skytte D. Flinch and her helper, Portgas D. Rouge. He had said that Flinch was caring his young in her womb, caring for it even though she knew the fate the child would have. Specially with his bloodline.

She didn't care, she would have this baby no matter what happened, for she would love it like nothing else in this world.

And somehow, Roger knew that when his friend was walking up the cobblestone pathway, that his lover and soon-to-be born child was on his mind. That's what made him happy, knowing that they would be able to have a life, even if it was a little painful for awhile. To picture the future, to know what the future could have been, was enough for his friend to walk up the flight of stairs leading him to his death.

Ah, yes, he was also suppose to deliver a present to the unborn-child, a keepsakes if you will, from its father.

He watched and could do nothing as his friend's body was pierced through, a smile on his face that shrieked of contentment and joy. Roger, for once in his life, had to hold back his tears. They wouldn't do any good anyways, because his childhood friend was already dead, blood leaking down his black coat and his black hat having already fallen off.

Yes, it would do no use in crying over something that could never be changed.

~Baterilla Island-South Blue~

They arrived two weeks after his death, hiding their presence from the government as this was not an affair to have in public eyes. Especially with a pregnant new widow.

When they met Flinch she was atop of a hill, holding her stomach that didn't seem to be anything but skinny. He had said that his wife was seven months pregnant, more than enough time for the baby to grow and for her to have a full stomach right now.

Flinch, Roger had to admit, was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that. Her eyes were a bright blue, shinning like the sky and seemed to sparkle like the stars. Her red flaming hair was like fire that would forever flame on to the ends of the Earth, the flame never dying out or flickering in its spread. But it was not only in looks that she captured many hearts. Her personality was fierce, determined, and for some reason or another, understanding in a way that no one else could ever manage. She seemed to just know everything about a person as soon as she laid eyes on you, who your soul mate was, what blood that ran through your veins, and even if you were in pain that no one else would ever be able to detect.

Yes, he could see how Calico fell for this fiery beauty in front of him.

But the one that caught his attention, was the person that stood next to her, a step behind.

Strawberry blonde hair waved like the seas, flowing and with freedom within the wind, and brown eyes that seemed to melt you in your tracks as soon as you crossed paths with them. Dots marred her face, showing cute little freckles that made her eyes stand out even more and defined her face better with her cheekbones in place. The aura around her was gentle and kind, but showed she had a strong will and would do anything to save her loved one.

But there was a sadness in her gaze that Roger did not like, hated in fact, with so much in his being that he wanted to find whoever hurt this woman and make them bend on weakened knees for forgiveness and then kill them where they stood. And even then, it would never be enough.

Nothing would ever be enough for him to make them pay for making the woman in front of him cry.

The woman known as Skytte D. Flinch smiled at the two of them as they exchanged a glance, already knowing, already seeing, the bond that was forming between them as they speak. It was a familiar sight, but still managed to curl her toes and make the warmth of fire spread throughout her cold body every time she saw it. Many people weren't aware what was happening in this stage, mainly they felt attraction and a fierce sense of desire rush through their beings, but this time she had a feeling they could both tell was was happening on a greater scale, probably already skipping step one and two, going right for step three, the protection and peace that they felt with one another.

To her, this sight would never be old, for she would always like to see it happen again and again, for now she was no longer bitter about when others found their soul mate, because she knew the joy that she never thought she would have. Because she had found hers.

She knew she did't have long to watch their love bloom and for it to become something more than the saftey and protection it provided them which they would never feel again. She knew she could not watch as her child and possibly Rouge's grew older and older, finding their own soul mates and watching fate play out. She knew she could not hold her child for a second time, for the the first time the child would be born would be her last.

For her body was sick, and wouldn't hold up much longer.

In truth, she had been born sick, a frail little cub that was born too soon in this dangerous world. She was told time and time again that she couldn't do anything as a child, as they were afraid if she so much as cut her self or got a bruise, she would kneel over and die just like that. But what those around her didn't understand was that even though her body was frail and deliaget, no matter if it could not even throw a punch or even a kick, it was her eyes and her spirit that spoke for her. This frail body was not really hers in any sense in her mind. Nor would it ever be. It was simply a vessel that would carry her until she had to move on from this world.

In truth, she had lied to Calico, she was not seven months pregant, but twelve. There were times that he couldn't come back for months and Flinch knew that if he had known that he left his five month old unborn child and his wife, he would never forgive himself. He would constantly worry about them and Flinch did not want to be the one to keep him from his dreams. She wanted him to live his life to the fullest, something she never had gotten in her life within a cage.

And with Calico, the soul reason her fight was at its max, gone from this world, her body was starting to fail her. She loved her child with everything within her heart, body, and soul, but her vessel was already too weak and with a big chunk of her heart gone into the next world, she could no longer hold her child for from the safety of the outside world.

The baby would need to be born today.

~Hours later~

A cry of a child ring through the room, letting the first breathe of air into her lungs as she breathes in oxygen to let her lungs spanned and contrast.

Flinch asks to hold her child, knowing the consequences of the action itself that it will have on its body. But it no longer matters. She wants to see her baby, wants to hear that little heart beat in her child's chest as she lived her first few moments of life. Wants to be the first thing the little child would see when coming into this world that would destroy their existence.

Normally a child is born without any hair, but the child has bright red hair that is like a flame like her mother's and her father's eyes that share the same knowledgeable gleam. Her eyes were a bright green and blue, the green making its way around the pool of the iris, around the pupil it was blue, spreading out into the silver right before the green takes over. All in all, they were like the sea and sky.

This was indeed their child, no doubt about it.

"This child's name...is Teller D. Fate. Daughter of Skytte D. Flinch and Teller Calico, the people who will always love her most in the world," Flinch says, eyes watering as she holds her child to her chest as she cries for air. "Roger, did Calico send you with a book before he left?"

Roger, who was with Rouge, was standing by the door of her house where she had given birth to the child that would forever be hunted down, whether it be by mother's or father's name. Roger lets go of Rouge's hand, letting it fall to her side as he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a black leather book, the title clear as day for some and written in the worst hand writing for others.

"Yes, Calico said that this would be his first, and last, present for his new born child," the man with black hair says, clutching the book in his hand as he walks over to the red head to hand over the journal.

"Thank you, Roger, for everything you've done," the new mother says, getting paler by the second.

"What are nakamas for, if not for favors?" he laughed, trying to deny the reality that was setting in for both him and Rouge.

"Still, I thank you for everything you have done," little by little, the light that once shown brightly started to fade and become meaningless, the dullness beginning to drown out the fire and sparkles that once shown in her eyes as she held them alight.

She had no idea if her child was going to make it through this, as she was not the one with powers to see the future nor the past. No, the only thing she could see were the connections people held, and with both her parents having odd traits within the family, she was sure that her child would get them also. But unlike both of her parents, she would never truly know what these abilities mean as they would never be able to teach her as her grandparents had taught her parents.

Her child would be alone in this world, and be singled out among many for many different reasons.

But she would be alive, the breathing proof of her's and Calico's love that shown throughout years of trying to find one another.

Yes, as long as her child lived, she was alright with the outcomes of everything.

With peace in her heart and no longer being held by anything but the small child in her arms, she slowly relaxes and let the soothing darkness overcome her body, letting the sweet numbness take the pain that was there a moment before because of the birth and exhausted that developed in her body after giving birth.

She presses a kiss to Fate's forehead, knowing this would be the last time.

"Mommy loves you, Fate," Flinch whispers, eyes closing and body falling limp, but still clutching the crying child to her breast as her heart beat stops and her soul is no longer there to watch over her child.

Fate was born into this world already hated by everyone but four main people. Rouge, Roger, her father that she would never know, and a woman with firey read hair that would forever be imprinted into her mind.

Fate's book, has already started writing her life.