All right, so I decide to write out my first fic ever, and it is a drabble. I hope this doesn't sound cheesy or such. Disregard the speculation 'Guile is Magus'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Cross.
Life was always unpredictable. Nobody could guess how life would go on, because there was something called fate. But not for Guile. For him, it was nonsense.
Standing on the dark corner of the bar, he took a sip of his wine. 'Was it fate that brought destruction to Guardia Kingdom and turned me into a homeless orphan?'
A pause. Guile then said, "Neither my luck nor my fate is great. Indeed, I am outstanding. For instance, I was the 'Rising Star' of the Magic Guild not because of fate, but because of my diligence."