Title: The Amethyst Pairings: 1x2 / 3x5 / 4xOC Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me, though I really wished they did. But don't we all, neh? ^_^'' Summary: The chosen one has been born. The eternal wars have now began once again. History shall repeat itself and thus shall the world once again be held in fear. The eternal beauty, the ultimate weapon. The Amethyst.

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".." speech **..** telepathy /./ thoughts

The Amethyst - Prologue

"Listen to the Voice as it proclaims thy destruction.
Open thy ears and hear thy cry of Death.
He, whose reckless step is the mark of Hell
Sees the cries of the land in which he dwell.
Open thy eyes and see the face of Beauty
He, whose eyes are the fire of Heaven
Understand thy destiny that was given.
Gather thy Scythe of Tragedy
And thy Heart of Humanity.
To meet is to chance.
To love is to destroy.
To unite the path of fragile mortality,
Is to forsake the world in its fatality.
The life within fades and yet
Thy will will prevail as said by Death."
- Count Benedict III Year 1324

The heavens were crying for the loss of a pure soul. A figure races of into the darkness, blinded by the heavy down pour of the rain. A babies sorrowful wails could be heard from the bundle the figure carried. In the darkness of the night, figure ran with all his might, and as if being watched from about, reached a nearby church. With lights soft glow, the figure entered the holy building.

Looking around he found a nun, kneeling by one of the pews. Gathering his remaining strength he reached out for her.

"Take the child if you have mercy! Heed my words or the soul of the world shall perish!" Hearing the outburst, the nun hurriedly took the infant from the figure as he slowly sank down an breathed his last breast. Drawing the baby up she looked back at the man in horror. For instead of a dead body there lie a single white feather and a scroll. Picking both items up, the nun hurriedly went to find the priest and then frantically reported what she had witnessed.

"Father what could all this mean?!"

Opening the scroll, the priest eyes suddenly widened.

"No! This cant be!"

"What is it Father Maxwell?" Inquired the scared nun.

"The prophesy has begun!" Walking over to the child in the nuns arms, he gently lifted the hood that covered the child's eyes. To their astonishment, there before them was the most beautiful baby they've ever seen.

"We shall keep the child and raise him up. We shall show him the love of a parent has to their child. He will get all the happiness he deserves to alleviate the pain of his destiny to come."

Closing the scroll, the priest now knew that fate really was cruel.