((As a general overview, this is most definitely a Presea-based fic. It will be entirely in her first-person narrative, moving from a period before the game begins, her true childhood, to periods after the game. I will cover some in-game parts, but I don't plan on rewriting any scenes, just mentally- and briefly- expressing Presea's view on them. The beginning will be very dramatic, due to the nature of it, and grow more stoic as Presea herself does. I consider myself a fairly lighthearted person, but those seeking humor need not look here. ...Okay, maybe a little. But mostly seriousness. It goes without saying that reviews are welcome. Whoops. Said it anyway. Seriously though, ream me on this if you want. Constructive criticism is the win. Hope you enjoy.
I don't own these characters, obviously, they... Were good ideas. Consider that your disclaimer.))
One might readily assume, after hearing my history from a third personage, that the period of my life in which I served that heartless man was consumed by an omnipresent darkness; a complete ignorance and heartlessness to the entirety of my surroundings. That would only be partially true. However contradictory or oxymoronic it may seem, I could see everything and nothing at once. I gained intelligence but lost intellect; my mind failed while my brain matured; my body grew strong while my innards decomposed- heart and soul festering. Emotions were inefficient and expendable, and so they were readily deleted. This was my nature- perfectly efficient; composed, calculating, like a walking piece of magitechnology.
"I am twenty-eight years old," I repeat, kneeling in front of Alicia's grave. My voice cracks somewhat. Regal stands stoically nearby. When, I wonder, will he remove those shackles?
Twenty-eight years. Nearly three decades, far too young for a youth to remain youthful. Alicia... If only I had been more sensible, hadn't been obstinate on such a silly tradition, then maybe I could've left with you and had both our altercations with the exspheres avoided. We could have ended up together, happy. Maybe even Regal too. I know your exsphere is destroyed, but I still feel your presence lingering heavily over this place. Perhaps you can still hear me... You must be confused on how I came here, and on what happened to me. Regardless of whether or not you are listening, I must convey my story, if only for myself.
Sister, these are the lessons of my past.