Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy X-2: The Chronicles of Andris and Lesca ❯ Prologue of Lesca ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Ch. 2 Prologue (Lesca's point of view)

This is my story...

Welcome one, welcome all to the story of me, it all started on that faithful day, 15 years ago...

Princess of Faith: Lesca's Story

15 years ago...

It was a stormy day, May 27th in the Home of the Al Bheds. The second child of High Summoner Braska is about be born into the world of Spira. He and his Al Bhed mate have already had one child, Yuna...and this was their second and final child. They had been told it was going to be a boy, so to continue the tradition, they were going to name him Lord Braska II.

Not to long later, only about 2 hours...Lord Braska could hear crying from the waiting room of the Hospital room in the Home. His smile lightened, knowing his mate had gone through a lot for this child. Since Yuna, their first child, had gone with Braska to Bevelle, this child would be the Prince of the Al Bheds.

But, to Braska's surprise, he walked in his wife's room to find, he didn't have a son, but, a daughter! His mate smiled up at him, Samuto the Al Bhed Queen now, held their new born daughter in her arms...The child had of course, the same Heterochima as her elder sister, but she had her Right eye green, and her left eye blue. She didn't cry much, quiet, unlike her sister was at birth.

"What..shall we call her, Braska?" Samuto questioned her husband.

"Well..since SHE was supposed to be a HE and we had no name prepared for her...lets call her..Lesca." He smiled. "Yuna and Lesca."

Samuto laughed lightly, stroking her new born daughters golden-brown hair, the hair she inherited from Samuto herself.

"Lesca the Al Bhed Princess...Sounds good..."

But we won't spend tales in infancy, lets skip ahead...

6 years later...

A young, now 6 years old, Princess Lesca, trained in the art of Swordsmenship. Yet another thing she needed to learn before she claimed her place as the Queen of the Al Bheds. Sadly, her mother passed away two years ago. So she had no one to comfort her anymore. Her father had gone on a Pilgrimage to defeat Sin as soon as she was born, so she never knew her father.

"Lusa uh, Bnehlacc!!! Oui lyh tu paddan drah dryd!!!!!" (Come on, Princess!!! You can do better then that!!!!!) Shouted one of her trainers', Raefy shouted.

"E--E's cunno!! E's dnoehk! Pid E's denat! Lyh'd E dyga y pnayg!?" (I--I'm sorry!! I'm trying! But I'm tired! Can't I take a break!?) The young girl, dodging the Machina attack robots.

"Hu fyo, Lesca, oui ghuf oui cdemm ryja 10 sehidac mavd! Oui'mm meja!" (No way, Lesca, you know you still have 10 minutes left! You'll live!) He shouted back to her, watching from a distance.

The young princess continued to dodge the Machina, slashing at them with her sword that was almost as big as her, and almost as heavy as her too. She killed off the machina, falling to the ground, panting. She dropped her sword, laying on the hot sand, not caring if she was burned. The world grew dark for her, as unconsciousness suddenly over took her.

She awoke 6 hours later, her head pounding as she starred up at a dim light. Her body covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Her hands callused from fighting. Her once shining golden brown hair, that came to her shoulders was now dirty and dull from fighting and training. You can pretty much say she had it rough, no one to talk to, no one to cry to, six years old, Princess of the Al Bheds, and an Orphan...

She sat up, looking around, she was back in her room. Her room had Yevon script written all over her wall, a picture of her parents and sister and herself as an infant sat next to her on a night table beside her bed. She had a room fit for a princess, but she wasn't sure that thats what she wanted...

"Why..can't I just be a normal person..with parents..a family...not some royalty...I just want to be normal...I'd..give anything." She said, tears filling her eyes.

The child had a spirit, she wasn't cocky or full of herself, she just wanted to be an average child, that's all. Yet everytime she prayed for that, it got worse for her. As four years passed, the sands never changed, and then she finally snapped...

"I'm almost..out of here.." The 10 year old Lesca said, climbing over the walls of the Home boundaries, she was running away from home, she had mastered every dressphere, except for one. The Black Mage Dressphere. She was going to go out on her own to master it. She had it all planned out, she would run to the Macalania Woods, a place the Home would never think to look.

She ran through the Home, to Bevelle in Two days and one night, but finally made it. She would go to Macalania from there. The calm lands were after this, and after that, Macalania.

"Macalania or bust..." The Princess smirked.

"Macalania, huh? Whats so great about Macalania? Bevelle's better..." A voice said behind her.

"O_O Who's there?!" She whirled around.

There in front of her, was a boy about 14, red hair and blue eyes. He wore the armor of a Crusader, and carried a sword at his waist. He seemed tough, a protector of Bevelle maybe? Lesca backed away, he sneered at the sight of her Al Bhed outfit. An Al Bhed in Bevelle he thought, what a disgrace!

"You're an Al Bhed...Al Bheds' are forbidden to come here. Scram kid!" He shouted.

"Hey! You can't tell me what to do! You're not the boss of me!" She glared, advancing towards him.

"Get out...or I'll send you to the Bevelle prison...the Maesters can decide what to do with you." The boy said.

"Maesters!? Forget them! They killed my Daddy!" She clenched her fists.

"Killed your…daddy? How? Who was your father? Another stupid Al Bhed?"

"NO! He-..."

She had thought for a second, her wits surpassed that of an average 10 year old, had she revealed who her father was, it would reveal who she was, then she would be sent back to the Home. So she had to make up something and quick.

"I'm Aaron, daughter of the Great Guardian to Braska, Auron!" She shouted, she knew her father's Guardian quite well, and had befriended him in the past.

"A--Auron? He had a daughter? M--My apologies, Lady Aaron." He bowed.

"Well that worked..." She thought, sighing lightly.

"Its my pleasure to meet you, Lady Aaron, I'm Tai. A Crusader for the..Crusaders.." He laughed lightly.

Lesca blinked, Aaron..she was going to have to get used to this. She had been called Lesca all her life, now a new nickname. Oh, goody...

"I'm looking for the quickest way to get to Macalania, think you could point me in the direction, Tai?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

"Macalania? What business do you have there anyway?" He queried back.

"I don't have to tell you, but I'm visiting an old friend..." She lied. "Now whats the quickest way there?"

"You go straight from here through the Calm Lands, then you'll find a path that leads to a snowy covered ground, straight in from there is the Macalania woods. Or you could get a Jetbike and get there even quicker. How old are you anyway? 12? 13?"

"...13." She lied yet again.

"Then your old enough to drive one, just be careful. I'll lend you one, but you can't tell anyone I let you, ok?" Tai asked, walking towards a garage.

"You got it, dude." She smirked.

He opened the Garage, there were a series of colorful bikes, Green, Blue, Red, Yellow, Purple, Pink, and ect..ect..ect. She walked over to the purple one, looking over it, then looking to Tai.

"I'll take this one." She smiled.

"Ahh...the X-jet 5000, the newest model, nice color too...just make sure you either bring it back, or pay for it later."

"Okie dokie." She said, taking the keys.

"Oh, and one other thing." He smiled, catching her attention. "I hope we meet again, come back, ok?"

"Yeah..alright..." She eyed him strangely, starting the bike up.

She had plenty of experience with Machina, and this was something from her home lands, she had learned to drive one when she was nine, then mastered tricks and what not at almost 10.

"Laterz, Tai." She sped off.

"See ya, Aaron." He smirked.

A few weeks later

Lesca, now Aaron had made it to Macalania, and met a new friend, her name was Ren, she had long dark hair that she kept up in a braid, and the stormiest of blue eyes. She was a server of Maester Seymour, and hoped to become a summoner to honor her father, who had died during his pilgrimage, she stayed with her mother, who was actually very ill herself.

Soon Ren would be on her own, but she was prepared. She wasn't afraid, though she loved her mother very much, and would never want her to die. Ren was an odd child, she had special powers, to heal. She was going to become a summoner, but that wasn't her dream, she wanted to become a doctor and help those in need of her care.

And so..our story continues.

"So..your name's Aaron huh?" Ren asked, walking with Lesca.

"Well...thats my undercover name!" Lesca smiled. "I'm really Lesca."

"O_O LESCA?!?!?!? As in the run-away Al Bhed Princess Lesca?!"

"..yeah..but don't tell anyone! Please? I don't wanna be caught and brought back home...not again.."

"Okay...but..only if you promise to be my bestest friend!" Ren smiled.

"Ok! Just keep my secret." She giggled, happy. "Wow...my first actual friend...I'm so happy...I knew this was the right place to come..."

So as the weeks went on, everyone except Ren knew not of Aaron's origins, but she wasn't alone...Someone watched over the young princess from a distance. His dark mysterious figure stood on the horizon as he heard the young children play, Ren, a new friend Mira, and Mira's twin brother, Skye.
Who was this man, people wondered, ever since Aaron had arrived he was everywhere.

But on one dark night, the man came, and kidnapped Aaron from her bed. She didn't stir nor wake up as he carried her. He obviously wasn't human, because he had the power of flight for just a normal ability. He flew towards the Zanarkand Ruins that was once the city of Zanarkand 1000 years ago.
He landed on the soft Earth at the center of the temple of the Faith where Yunalesca's resting place was. He lay her there, but for what reason?

Later that night, Lesca awoke. Her eyes widened as she found she wasn't in her nice comfortable bed. She looked around, rubble? Where was she? This wasn't her home!

"I see you've awoken young summoner..." Said a alto voice.

"W--Who's that?!" Lesca shouted, jumping up, her staff at hand. "I--I'll hurt you if you don't tell me! I'm a black mage!"

The voice laughed.

"A black mage? No, no, no, my dear...you are no black mage...you are indeed...a summoner. Like your father before you. You, young Lesca, are a summoner."

"M--Me? Like Daddy?" She questioned, nervous.

"Yes...and I will give you your first Aeon...since your favorite element as a black mage seems to be Ice...you can have Shiva as your first Aeon...it will be your job someday to rid Sin of all Spira. And you will await that day...and train here, with your Aeon." The voice said, appearing, a tall woman with long, lucious whiteish silver hair. With an Al Bhedish sort of outfit.

"W--Who are you?" She lowered her staff.

"I am Yunalesca...the one you and your elder sister were named after..."

Lesca blinked, putting her staff away and looking to the ground. She was to be a summoner like her father before her? She always thought she was meant to rule the Al Bheds...But, all visions never are true. Atleast not to her.

"Alright..fine.." Lesca finally agreed.

So..from there on in, Lesca stayed in the Zanarkand ruins with Yunalesca, training her Aeon to her full extent. She remained there for five years. Until she finally fell asleep from loss of power for 6 months...then...a boy came along...