#finalxworld

❝ Ah, shit, we really let this place go, uh? Guess I should clean it up. Damn. 

During the War of Transgression, there was a powerful l'Cie named Ravell. He was one of the few magic users in history who had the ability to bend time and space to their will, albeit only minor changes. As a chronomancer, he was often sought after for his power and ability, which often put his life in jeopardy as well as the well-being of his wife.

Once the fact would have been difficult to hide for much longer, Ravell's wife confessed to Ravell with a heavy heart that she was with child, and that she was worried for the child's well-being in this period of war and destruction. Ravell was overjoyed, but he too shared his wife's concern of the child's chance of survival in such a chaotic time.

After a visit from the Seeress Yeul, Ravell decided that the best place for the child to grow up would be in the distant future, where the war would be over and people would be living in peace and harmony. He and his wife agreed upon this fact with much regret and sorrow, knowing that the day would come where they would have to send their child away from them for his own safety. The day came, and Ravell's wife gave birth to a beautiful boy, who they would promptly name "Noel" to symbolize a new beginning.

Ravell used much of his energy to send Noel into the distant future, where he would be under Yeul's protection along with her guardian, Caius. Being left in a weakened state, Ravell used the rest of his energy to wipe the memory of Noel from the minds of himself, his wife, and all others in his time period for the child's own protection. Once this task was completed, and all of his power was spent, he and his wife were made crystal; a final gift from the Goddess Etro who acknowledged their sacrifice and the fact that Noel would someday play an important role in fixing the timeline.

Being born in the past and having the blood of a chronomancer, Noel is able to travel the timeline by resonating with gates that detect Ravell's power within him. He also relies on primal, pulsian methods of fighting, choosing the path of the hunter and expert of the land.

Loud chatter filled the seemingly-endless ballroom, the orchestra’s skillful melodies playing softly in the background; inaudible voices and whispers shuttered through the woman’s ears, giving her a slight sense of unease. Overlong chiffon-pink fabric draped onto the marble floor, gracefully flowing each step that Aerith’s silver-clad foot had taken. Emerald optics peered though the pink and silver mask, slowly looking around as she took everything in. Dim lights hung from the tall, white walls like lanterns lightning a dreary night- giving the room an aura of both romance and mystery.

 Brushing a loose chestnut curl from her face, the Flower Girl’s eyes settled upon the forms of dancing couples- nothing but mere silhouettes in the room. Women spun around, enjoying the time they had been spending with their anonymous partners. The corners of the Cetra’s pallid, pink lips curled up into a small smile, adorning her gentle features like a glimmering jewel. Waltzing was something that had entranced her since she was young- just simple idea of strangers sharing a dance was such a beautiful thing to her. To be one with the music- to be one with someone else…for just once. As a young girl, Aerith had always dreamt of sharing a dance with someone she barely knew. But alas, just the idea of walking out onto the floor drew butterflies throughout her stomach.