Moonlight shown on the streets of Taipei, casting everything in a silvery glow. At this late hour, a young girl—no more than sixteen—walked silently along the deserted alley. Her dark hair was wound into an intricate updo and she dressed in a traditional qipao of red. Yet, when one paid attention, one would notice thin, flowing characters of golden lacing the silken dress. Only the most observant would realize that the characters were not Chinese at all. They were unfamiliar runes.
The girl stopped at a particularly dilapidated building. Perhaps it was an old church or an abandoned mansion. Any passerby would wonder what such a wealthy youth could be doing at the slums of the capitol. But of course, there were no passersby.
No one to witness the girl remove a shiny blade from beneath her qipao, well hidden in a sheath strapped to her thigh. No one was there to comment on the peculiar pairing of the qipao dress and black knee-high boots. No one would notice a sharp edge to the many facets of her diamond pendant. No one saw her remove a bejeweled pin from her hair to unlock the heavy silver gates. When she took off a black lace glove and pressed her hand to the door of the mansion, no one saw a ring glint with many colors.
Only the moon had seen it all, known all of her secrets—including those that even she has yet to discover. And the moon was not telling a soul.
(A/N: Okay so the prologue is up! Sorry it's so short; this is just an introduction. You'll meet Rosetta in chapter one, which I'll try to post tomorrow. :) Happy New Year 2014 everyone!)