A/N: Yo…if you actually read my stories, the other Chrno Crusade story's chapter 2 is on the way and the Rurouni Kenshin ficcy is also on the way. I just lost inspiration for it right now. Please review…they get me going…and exterminates writers block!

Disclaimer: Me no own Chrno Crusade, and I never will.

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If someone just came up to you and said, "Do you know that the only reason you're alive is because of a gift from Death?" how would you react? My sister started laughing at me and said that I was hallucinating, blaming everything on my high fever at the time. I don't blame her, for the chance of that happening is practically zero. But it did.

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It had been but a month before. Everything was practically a blur except for the event mentioned above. All I knew was that they would come in, give me my medicine and leave. I was running a high fever, 104 to be exact, and just going on with one of my sickness attacks. However, it was much worse that time. I could barely even make out people from the wallpaper. Occasionally, I could hear my sister talking to me, but when I tried to answer, nothing would come out. Nothing seemed to be in my control then. My body was unresponsive to my commands, and I literally felt nothing beneath me, though I knew for a fact I was sleeping on a bed.

They really believed that I was going to die.

My name is Joshua Christopher of the Seventh Bell Orphanage, countryside of Lexington. And they had prepared my tomb to be marked 1751-1764.

Of course, they never prepared the tomb completely, as I'm right here, alive and well. Thanks to it.

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It was just minutes after the doctors had proclaimed me lost, beyond help. I was at my worst point in the fever, and I could hear my sister's sobs. They thought I was going to die. I thought I was going to die.

But then, I heard a flap of wings, silent to a point that if you heard it, you would've thought twice, disbelieving. I pried my eyes open, trying to see what it was. 'Probably a bird outside,' I had thought. It wasn't.

The exact details of the 'thing' were blurred, but I could make out a human figure. 'It' was so human, yet at the same time, not. One thing I could see clearly were 'it's' eyes; gold, and slit like a cat's. 'It' also had black, outstretched wings, what else the wings were, I could not tell; my eyes were too heavy and closed again. I thought for sure that this was 'Death' itself, come to take me away. Yet, I wasn't afraid.

I'm not sure what 'it' did, but I felt a lifting sensation and a bit of pain as if claws were digging into my back. 'Strange,' I thought, 'I always thought death would be more painless at this stage.' 'It' hung something to my neck, something that felt like a piece of string. Then, 'it' pushed something hard against me, very hard. I had wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. I could feel now, the object sinking into my flesh, but there was no blood. And then, no more pain. In fact, my breathing became easier. Then, there was another flap of wings, and when I forced my eyes open again, there was no one in the room. What happened after that, I was oblivious to, for I had fallen into unconsciousness.

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The next thing I knew, it was morning. My head had been a bit dizzy, but everything else felt….normal. Looking around, the first thing I had seen was my sister's blonde head, sleeping at the foot of my bed. Then, the door opened, and Mrs. Jean entered. Her eyes widened in shock and she proceeded to stare at me before rushing over to give me a hug. Apparently, when the doctor had come to check on me one last time, my fever had miraculously died down to 99. My sister had been awake by then and bear hugged me before berating me about staying outside when it was cold.

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I had told my sister about Death. She laughed. However, I didn't show her the object that now hangs around my neck. It is a small hourglass, its sand slowly flowing downward. Markings around the rim bare numbers, which I believe represents years I have left. I didn't tell my sister in fear that she would check it every couple of minutes. Honestly, do you want that?

Who was my savior? I wonder about that as well, and according to books I researched soon after the incident, the only being that fits the black wings, eye color, and claws were demons.

But, to me, that was no demon. No, it was my guardian angel. A black winged angel.

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A/N: Yup, there you have it folks! The prologue which is shorter than the other chappies. So don't worry if you like longer chapters! Hopefully…anyways. This is going to be alterenate universe and will be incorporated with American History (oh noes!)! Why? Because I have to learn it this year. –cries- Feel free to correct me in the future if you see an error. And I'm sure you all know who the 'guardian angel' is!