So I kind of felt like doing something Phantom of the Opera-ish with Shin-Ah but I realized it wouldn't work out that well. Shin-Ah reminds me a lot of the Phantom. They have a lot of similarities. Anyway… this is going to be kind of AU. Yona is still the red dragon but Soo-Won didn't kill her Father. His Father Yu-Hon does who didn't die but is still very much alive. Soo-Won and his father are the devil's spawn. (I believe Soo-Won is actually a good person in the actual series but he served my purpose as being really evil).

I'm still plotting and planning this story so ideas are welcomed. There is no Hak yet in this story. I'm going to try to add him in somewhere.

Angel of Moonlight

Chapter 1

Yona hid her tears behind her red curtain of hair. She refused to let her Uncle see her cry. Had it been only a week ago on her sixteenth birthday he killed her father, the rightful king of Koaka? Yona's carefree life had ended drastically. If it hadn't been for Soo-Won, she would have perished that same awful night.

Saving her because he loved her wasn't Soo-Won's intentions. He had a dangerous obsession with the ex-princess. She was prostrated the floor in front of the new King because she had fought off Soo-Won's advances. Yona was paying for it now.

Death would have been more agreeable to Yona than living the hell she was in now. She'd been reduced to rags and shunned away. Yona was no longer the princess and treated worse than a slave. She had been shut up in a dark room all week until Soo-Won decided to use her as his play toy. Because she refused him she was held to the floor by spears.

"You will look at the King when he is speaking," spat Yu-Hon as he loomed over her. Her chin was yanked up forcibly and she had no choice but to stare up at him.

"You are not my King," her voice was soft but nonetheless heard.

"Silence!" Yona's cheek stung as Yu-Hon struck her hard across the face. Her head was snapped to the side. "Or I will shut you up in the tower with the cursed Seiryuu and let him turn you to stone!"

Yona glared at him. "You don't deserve to be King." She wanted to bite her words back, but it was too late.

She had recently found out that Uncle Yu-Hon had captured a young man a few years and shut up him up in the highest tower of the castle. Her father had been clueless. Yu-Hon was insistent that he was cursed with eyes of a Seiryuu. Yona had heard the tale of the four dragon warriors as a child but she was shocked that her uncle swore they were real and that he kept a prized trophy locked up.

Just the thought of the man locked in the tower made her cry. How could her uncle be so cruel, and if the Seiryuu was as dangerous as Yu-Hon said then why didn't he turn his captors to stone and run?

"Get out of my sight you wretched girl!" The guards pulled Yona kicking and screaming away. One guard pulled a hood over her eyes so she wouldn't know the location she was going.

"Let me go!" she screamed over and over as she was dragged up and up. Her feet tripped over step after step. She screamed until her throat was raw and her legs were bruised from being dragged. Finally she was thrown into a little room and the hood was yanked off. Some of her hair was ripped out with it but there was no apology to the former princess. The door slammed in her face.

"No!" Yona cried and beat at the locked door until her hands bled. She was trapped in her own castle. She looked around at her surroundings in despair. She was in a tower; she had a window view of the whole kingdom. How high was she? She was terrified of heights. Is this how Seiryuu feels in his tower?

If she only knew that on the other side of the wall was Seiryuu himself. He had heard her hopeless screams and cries on the other side.

His own desperation filled him and the mournful sounds of the woman made his heart tear into. He wanted to help her—no, he had to help her. A need to protect was so strong it scared him. He didn't even know this person.

The wild cries like of a wounded animal quieted and there was an awful silence. Seiryuu pressed his head to the wall and slumped against it. There was nothing he could do. His heart felt as if it was being slivered in half.

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