Prologue
Wandering in the darkening streets a tiny bundled figure sat down in silence. The figure had curly toffee blonde hair that framed her face. From beneath the rim of her hat gleaming silver eyes scanned the sky and saw that dusk was approaching. Softly she cursed the fluffy snow flakes loftily falling from the sky. She would rather freeze in the cold than return home.
A distant figure limped towards her. "Why is such a youthful and pretty girl like you outside in this weather?" the old woman thought out loud. The blonde inched away as she recognized the beggar from town square. She didn't like that the beggar was eyeing her winter outfit with desire. The cold solid wall behind the young teen made her aware that she was cornered. With her thick mittens, boots, wool hat and coat the beggar quickened her pace roughly in reach of glorious treasures that would give her warmth through the bitter winter nights or at least that was what the girl though she was after. Panic and adrenaline coursed through the girl's body as she watched almost in slow motion the old lady's arms reaching but getting intercepted by a long small hammer. Confusion spread as fast as fear and both females turned to see a tall lanky mahogany haired teen. He was bundled up assuring both females that he was no poverty stricken fellow.
"Stop running uselessly I am required to finish my mission by nightfall." He smiled politely as he interrupted. The strange part was not just his acute timing but neither female recognized him from their tiny town. "I've found you." a triumphant smile lit his face when suddenly the sharp tip on top of the hammer pierced the old lady rapidly. Pentagrams spread and mutated the flesh of the corpse. The remaining ashes flew with the wind down a shadowed alleyway. "That one sure put up quite the fight." he muttered sighing and collapsing into heap onto the ground. For the first time the male glanced up to see the blonde. "My name is Lavi. So what is your name? You should at least tell your savior." Lavi teased her with a grin that lit his green eyes. His whole demeanor drastically brightened and even the dark alleyways appeared less menancing.
"You are rather demanding for a savior." She replied curtly. No longer in immediate danger she felt no need for his further presence.
"So you can speak. I was begging to worry that you could not talk at all." He spoke with a hint of amusement. "Well duty calls after all the sun will rise soon. I bid you farewell." Lavi replied waving childishly. He sauntered down the street almost as if tempting her to fill the silence and distance with her name.
"My name is Chloe Philips…" Her voice faded away as she called after Lavi. Down the street underneath a streetlamp in the warm glowing lights was a smiling face. A "friendship" was born.