The new and improved version! Heh, the other one was really, really bad, I had written it when I was, I think, ten? Anyways, this is the Prologue.And, yes, I know I really should be working on my warriors series, but...um...read this instead! xD

Prologue

A full moon hung in the sky, its sliver light dyeing everything a strange and unreal color. My heart thudded in my chest as I became intensely aware of how vibrant everything looked and felt. I could hear the whisper of the wind, the light pitter-patter sound of rain falling a city away, and the color of grass I was standing on. I turned my body, loving the way my joints and muscles flowed over each other, smooth as the ocean on a calm sunny day. There. He was right there. I didn't know his name, only his face. His face…bloody memories ripped over my body suffacatingsuffacatingIcan'tbreatheI'mdrowninginthem. His face appeared in every one.

My body was falling towards him. No! I shouldn't touch him! Get away from him right now! My body jerked, first one way, than the other. I held myself, my body tense and shivering. His body was turned around, but when I started falling towards him, he faced me, and his eyes connected to mine. A spark was lit. Silver met blue, and fire was born.

I ran, ran far away from him and everything that resulted in a bad ending. When I woke, it was a new beginning.


Blue eyes. Why were they so commonly found? It wasn't hard to make her eyes to the standard, but just now she was aching for a change. She lifted her head to glance at herself in the mirror, wishing she didn't have to filter out the tiny details. The tiny cracks in human mirrors were beginning to irk her. She lifted her dark blonde hair with a finger, wondering what she should do with it. Should she 'dye' it, or put it up in a different fashion? Red or black would be a dramatic difference from her usual blonde, however, wasn't her purpose to blend in? I'll leave it…for now, she thought, twirling a strand around her finger.

As she was leaving her bathroom, she noticed a box of contacts that she had impulse-buyed the weekend before. The color caught her eye, and she realized that if she put the contacts on, it would give a slightly unreal look to her 'normal' eyes. Smiling slightly, she put them on, admiring the way they made her blue eyes turn into a slight misty hazel look, ethereal. Surveying herself once again, she concluded that nobody would think she was un-human, or that she was a freak. Her hair was iron-straight, her eyes just slightly un-human, and her make-up was light and natural. Nobody would think she was abnormal.

They would be dead wrong.

As she left the bathroom, she admired the way her wings, invisible to the human eye, sleek and black, absorbed the artificial light.