A/N: This is my first FanFic, and this is only the prologue, tell me what you think and if you find it somewhat interesting. If you think it's worth continuing, let me know, until then, thanks for reading!

The chapel was quiet and calm, even if it wasn't exactly in the best of conditions. Mold covered the old decrepit walls, and the stained glass' once vibrant colors had faded with time. Most of the old paintings had been covered by heavy fabrics, obviously an attempt to keep the paintings at least somewhat clean.

The chapel had been vacant for many years now, abandoned along with the village that it resided in because of one of the many Britannian patrols that had relocated locals to more populated areas so that the "filthy numbers" were easier to keep track of.

At the front of the room, before the podium that the priest would have occupied, two figures stood looking upon the large wooden cross that protruded from the wall. It's once white and pristine paint, now chipped and faded.

"So," the figure to the right, hidden behind shadows just like its companion began. "This is where it all began?"

"It isn't exactly how it once was," the left figure droned in a completely emotionless voice. "But yes."

The room was silent for several moments before the figure on the left stepped forward and kneeled before the cross. As the figure kneeled, they were bathed in the pale light, revealing a young female with light green hair and golden eyes that gave off the weary look of someone much older than the girl that possessed said eyes.

The second figure now followed its companion forward but remained standing directly behind the young woman.

A small and tranquil smile appeared on the youthful girl's face. "I've been waiting for this for a long time." She whispered to the only other being present in the room.

"I don't doubt it." The figure said with a small chuckle.

"I'm ready" She said simply, then bowed her head and closed her eyes.

"Goodbye, C.C."

Her smile grew upon hearing her final farewell and replied quietly. "Goodbye, Lelouch."

Lelouch Vi Britannia moved forward, raising a black pistol to the back of C.C.'s head. He held it there for only a moment, and then pulled the trigger.

Kallen Kozuki was idly twiddling her thumbs as she sat at her wooden desk in the middle of the classroom. She had been doing so for the past twenty minutes out of sheer boredom. Looking up from her hands to the room around her, she took in the classroom's décor. The walls were still just as decadently embroidered and beautiful as she had remembered from before she had been forced to drop out of school on account of the Black rebellion's outcome. Because of it being her senior year at Ashford Academy, She didn't really have all that much to do except attend school until she could graduate in a few weeks. Naturally, like any other senior in her position, her thoughts drifted to what she would do after graduation.

She already knew what profession she would choose, that much was a given. She had been a Black knight for Four years. Not only that, but she had also been their Ace pilot and leader of Zero squad. When all was said and done she had no doubt she would be immediately returned to her pilot's chair and back into the swing of things before the year was out.

Of course, she wouldn't have much to do though. Things had been mostly quiet following the death of "the Daemon Emperor" as they so politely named the man that she had found herself so enamored with. Lelouch had pushed her away in order to keep her from being killed when the others had turned on him, and had also kept her away again when he formulated his elaborate plan that essentially placed the world in one of the most peaceful eras it had ever seen.

But that was simply the way it had to be unfortunately. In order for the world forget their hatred for each other, they needed someone else that they could all place their anger and displeasure on. Naturally, that meant someone had to play sacrificial lamb. Who better than the man who had essentially thrown away everything already?

She couldn't exactly tell anyone the truth, obviously, but she didn't have to enjoy it. She was happy with how things were but that didn't mean she didn't miss him. She had grown close to Lelouch prior to the Black Knights betrayal.

Great, she thought to herself. I just had to start thinking about him again.

She was long past the point of crying over his death. It had been a year since his death and there had been plenty of nights alone in her room looking at the picture that she had of him while she cried. Now it just made her depressed and, unfortunately for her friends, angry.

Just think about something else, she told herself sitting back in her chair and staring at the blackboard at the front of the room.

As hard as it was to get her mind off of the raven haired boy, her thoughts finally moved onto what the other Black Knights were up to. Ohgi remained the prime minister of Japan, while Tohdoh was in charge of coordinating the black knights while Zero became something of a figure head. Tamaki had also stayed on, mostly because he had nothing better to do and he probably wouldn't have gotten a better paying job if he left. He wasn't alone though, as the majority of the other black knights followed his example and also stayed on.

After a few more slow moments of flitting through her memories to pass the time, the bell finally rang, releasing her from school and allowing her to head home.

Well, all in all, at least I won't be alone when I get back into the order, Kallen thought to herself as she reached her front door and entered the house, retiring for the day.

Upon the Black Knight's main base of operations, a newly built Ikaruga Mk. II, a tall and slender man wearing a Knight's uniform typed furiously on a keyboard; pulling up normally classified documents that had been sealed deep within the Knight's data base by Zero himself.

The man had just finished getting past the last line of encryption that had been hiding the notes that he had been looking for, information on the Zero Requiem and the Ragnarok connection.

"Bastards," the man whispered as he read through the information." You threw away perfection for what? Individuality? Imbeciles."

He was dragged out of his musings by a large warning light that went off overhead, signifying that one of the guards he had knocked unconscious had been found.

Quickly downloading all the files pertaining to his search, he made a quick exit into one of the many hallways within the ship. He wasn't anywhere near done with this information yet.