A/N: I own nothing... wow.. that actually hurt...
This is taking place in... well, an alternate version of the BJT. I haven't changed the characters or the world or anything, too much. I've just sort of altered them.
But I promise to put them back the way I found them!!
Also, I'm one of those weird compulsive people who hate to see spelling or grammatical errors, so if you see any POINT THEM OUT!! PLEASE!
I hope you enjoy, I've been sitting on this idea for a while now...
50, 000 Years Ago
"You can't leave us, you're not done here!"
"We are finished, this world is no longer ours."
"No, I can't accept that! We need you.. WE NEED YOU!"
"Goodbye..."
Saeten screamed to the sky, as the five beings rose into the air, and left the world to burn.
"What do we do, Saeten?" Andulvar's voice was a whisper. "What do we do now?"
Saeten turned away, ignoring his son and best friend, standing side-by-side on the hilltop. He forced his eyes across the plains, to see the army that marched towards them.
"Saeten?"
"I... I will not fight. They have left us... They.... I.. I cannot fight."
Saeten turned away, leaving the people he loved to die...
15 Years Ago..
It's been years, centuries, millennia since the war, the last great war of the Blood. It still feels like betrayal every time I remember it. But I can't forget...
Seeing them, the dark Jewelled men, the ones we had shaped, standing on that hill, watching as we abandoned them to the world we had created. That was one thing I regret most in my never-ending existence. The other thing was never coming back.
After the war, I watched those men die, and then live. I watched them grow, and change, and yearn for something we had taken away from them. But I never went back to that hill, or the hall where they lived. I watched them for years, protecting them from the taint that had begun to spread throughout the Realms. I watched them while my kinsmen began to join the Taint, to turn from the Light and become Dark. Not the Darkness that the Blood worshipped, but the dark of evil, of hatred; of death.
One by one they fell, and I ignored them, observing the males, yearning to be with them, to touch them, to feel with them. I watched them until I was the only one left in the Realm of Light. I looked up, only to find that I was alone, that my kin, my fellow Lights, had fallen to the Realm called the Twisted Kingdom. A world we created, but never entered. A world where our kind of evil, our darkness, lived. I looked back to the Hall, and saw the males be joined by a little girl, a little ball of energy, of hope. I felt them rejoice, and I felt the taint quiver, and I felt the Light lift inside of me, hoping for this Queen, that I had helped shape.
Then I fell from Heaven.
A/N: Okay, so, first "prologue". I'm having major trouble with the first chapter. This is the first time i've written anything in over 5 years, and I'm a little rusty. I'm going to try and update as often as possible, but feel free to kick my butt in the right direction if I stall.
Thanks everyone in advance!
