Rosa Joanna Farrell, Cecil's wife, has joined Cosmos' ranks in the war of the gods, much to Cecil's dismay. After a random encounter with the Emperor, Rosa finds herself and the other warriors ensnared in the Emperor's schemes to lord over the cycle. It's up to her to stop him before it's too late.

References to FFIV made often, from all three versions: SNES, PSP, and DS.


Rosa's eyes were closed, but the light outside was so bright she had to shut them tighter. She didn't know where she was. The world was spinning, spinning, the air whipping around her so hard it hurt.

She tried to open her eyes, even a little, but the gold light assaulted her, forcing them shut. The air grew thick. She couldn't breathe, dizzy and disoriented.

There was one final flash, sparking behind her eyes.

And everything was still.

She didn't know how long she lay there afterwards, waiting for her head to stop spinning. When movement occurred to her she stretched out her fingers and felt cool, soft dirt underneath her ring finger and pinkie. Wondering where her first three fingers were, she ripped her eyes open in shock and realized she was just wearing a brown half-glove that covered her thumb, index, and middle finger. The last two on the glove were fingerless.

Rosa couldn't see much from where she was lying. Without moving her head, she roved her eyes around what she could see. A large stone archway that blocked everything behind it, patches of tall grass, and some stone structures she couldn't identify. She stretched her legs out and her foot touched something that scraped against the ground. Rosa shot up and scrambled away from it, afraid of whatever it was. She looked closely and saw three weapons carefully laid in the dirt - or, they had been, before she kicked them. Ignoring the weapons, Rosa stared at the brown boots on her feet that she didn't recognize. She flexed her feet, as though it would confirm that they were in fact attached to her. She looked down her arms, at the white, spiked pauldrons on her shoulders. Her right arm was bare except for the glove on her hand, but under the pauldron on her left side was a leather guard that covered from her shoulder to her bicep. Her entire forearm was wrapped in a buckled bracer, and the glove on her hand was completely fingerless except for her thumb.

Her halter top was a pale yellow, almost gold. A patterned brassier-like top covered her bust, but the rest of the material was thin, shiny mesh, not quite see-through. With green ribbons that wove around her - like vines, she thought absently. White thigh-high stockings trailed up her legs, ending with a gold trim and a pink jewel. The jewel matched the guards she had over her knees. Shaped like shields, and the pink jewel in the center. She wore a deep, wine-red skirt, longer on one side than the other.

The weapons caught her attention again. Lying skew, the one she kicked was a gold staff. At the very top, framed in a gold setting, was a large diamond-shaped crystal. At the very bottom, a pink ribbon tied in a perfect bow, and up the whole length of the shaft were sculpted vines and roses, complete with thorns to make them look authentic. There were also gold accents that wrapped around the shaft. Beside it was a small dagger with an ornately decorated hilt. Diamonds, rubies, pearls, gems of every color covered nearly ever part of it except for the leather grip. The small scabbard was attached to a maroon belt, which she snatched up and clipped to her own belt.

The last weapon was a bow of beautiful craftsmanship. It appeared to have two sets of arms, one set within the other. The grip was attached to the outer set, of simple leather. But the arms of the bow had intricately carved swirling designs within them. The outer edges were painted with gold accents, pink flowers, and even blue butterfly wings. The inner set had a recurve shape, covered with carved thorns and roses. Complete with a brown belt quiver and gold-plumed arrows.

She didn't recognize the clothes. She didn't recognize the weapons. She didn't know where she was, and as the realization crashed down on her, panic set in. Her breath came faster and faster, and she started to tremble when she realized:

She didn't know anything except for her name.


A/N: This is a fic that I wrote way back when I was a freshman in high school in 2011. I am in the process of revising, and telling a much better story that suits the quality of my writing now. I hope you enjoy!

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My beta-reader made art to accompany this fic. You can find it on her instagram as Shannonmazzei41996, where she created a Dissidia NT calling card for Rosa, one for Queen Rosa, and she also made a cover piece for the fic! Since I can't post links I'm stuck just posting her name but please check her out!
~Keyblader