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(I love fanfiction, and naturally my WoL has to have her own backstory and present history, and even future and ending. Does your WoL have a story, a history, or a future and an ending? Let me know - would love to hear about it!)

Some years after the Seventh Umbral Calamity, a young girl not yet one and twenty from the far North made a very long journey to Eorzea from her ancient home, having made a silent and personal pledge to her own people that she would find a way to free them from the oppression of Garlean rule (for her own people and their nation had been among the first to fall to Garlean conquest). Finding herself in Gridania, she was drawn to the Elementals, and so began training as a Conjurer, inevitably becoming a White Mage. From humble adventurer to heroine of great renown, she had not anticipated, nor yet desired, her name ever coming to greatness, much less becoming synonymous with the nameless Warriors of Light of the Calamity, so that she was hailed as the Warrior of Light, the Savior of Eorzea, the last beacon of hope in the face of dire oppression and the threat of extinction.

She never yet spoke of herself to anyone, but that was because no one ever bothered to ask anything about her, for wherever she went, wherever her presence could be found, a great or pressing need was sure to be had. But she was a countess, a sovereign lady in her own right among her own kith and kin, a people who had once belonged to an ancient kingdom whose last weak-willed ruler had submitted to Solus zos Galvus, thinking he could spare his kingdom bloodshed in the process. While her own county saw little action, whole regions of the kingdom were ransacked and pillaged and set ablaze, with people carried off to Garlemald as slaves and the wealthy bounty and resources of the kingdom - including the precious abundance of ceruleum - stockpiled for the great Garlean war machine.

She was fair to behold indeed, for any who stopped long enough to notice or praise her, and for those of us who did, we beheld, we cherished, one of the greatest friends we had ever known.

- From the History of the Warrior of Light by Alphinaud Leveilleur

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(I love fanfiction, and naturally my WoL has to have her own backstory and present history, and even future and ending. Does your WoL have a story, a history, or a future and an ending? Let me know - would love to hear about it!)

Some years after the Seventh Umbral Calamity, a young girl not yet one and twenty from the far North made a very long journey to Eorzea from her ancient home, having made a silent and personal pledge to her own people that she would find a way to free them from the oppression of Garlean rule (for her own people and their nation had been among the first to fall to Garlean conquest). Finding herself in Gridania, she was drawn to the Elementals, and so began training as a Conjurer, inevitably becoming a White Mage. From humble adventurer to heroine of great renown, she had not anticipated, nor yet desired, her name ever coming to greatness, much less becoming synonymous with the nameless Warriors of Light of the Calamity, so that she was hailed as the Warrior of Light, the Savior of Eorzea, the last beacon of hope in the face of dire oppression and the threat of extinction.

She never yet spoke of herself to anyone, but that was because no one ever bothered to ask anything about her, for wherever she went, wherever her presence could be found, a great or pressing need was sure to be had. But she was a countess, a sovereign lady in her own right among her own kith and kin, a people who had once belonged to an ancient kingdom whose last weak-willed ruler had submitted to Solus zos Galvus, thinking he could spare his kingdom bloodshed in the process. While her own county saw little action, whole regions of the kingdom were ransacked and pillaged and set ablaze, with people carried off to Garlemald as slaves and the wealthy bounty and resources of the kingdom - including the precious abundance of ceruleum - stockpiled for the great Garlean war machine.

She was fair to behold indeed, for any who stopped long enough to notice or praise her, and for those of us who did, we beheld, we cherished, one of the greatest friends we had ever known.

- From the History of the Warrior of Light by Alphinaud Leveilleur