She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing. She was dead.

He backed away, his inarticulate cry of grief causing the boy beside him to grip his wrist more tightly. From behind them, the muffled sounds of war cries and loud explosions were getting louder and closer.

The boy tugged at his hand. “Your Highness, we need to go.” The boy said; his face was the color of ash.

Then a shadow shifted among the shadows, close under the wall where they could hardly distinguish one darkness from another.

The boy moved protectively in front of him. “Who’s there?” the boy said in a dangerous whisper; a ball of blue fire appeared in his small hand. The feeble light fell across the blood stained floor, revealing the other bodies lying around and hitting the far end wall, where someone was standing, watching them with cold calm eyes.

Through tear-blurred eyes he saw the face of someone he adored and loved. Her wings were half furled behind her back, used to be as white as snow but now were stained with blood; the shimmering light in it was gone.

Then she walked steadily forward, stepping over his mother’s dead body and stopping just a meter away in front of them.
The boy before him trembled, the fire in his hand flickered and died but he remained where he was standing; using his small body to protect him to whatever was going to happen.

The woman tilted her head to the side and smiled at him lovingly; the way she used to smile at him before. “Now you see the fruit of your betrayal.”
Her voice was as cold as ice, piercing through his heart. He felt his own lips move, though no sound came out.

The woman plucked a feather from her wings and handed it out to him. The feather was still damp with blood; the whiteness in it was gone……… forever gone……… eternally red with the blood of the moonchildren she had slain that night.

“When you’re ready to be a King,” her gaze was calm and unwavering, “when you’re ready to avenge your parents and the people who died here tonight, come back here and use that to kill me.”

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a/n: elow... this was originally a part of a chapter i never posted before... but now.. use as a prologue to the second arc ^_^

i'm having a writer's block... demmet!!! i want someone to brainstorm me...

and shige's gift is not teleportation... though it was close... ^_^

and oh.. i want to know the people who read this fic or all my fics... i wanted to be friends with all of you... my lj is stigma2008 and my email is [email protected]... you can send me a message or spam me... ^_^ i want to be friends with everyone ^_^