AN: a very short prologue. Please give reviews and tell me if you would like the story to continue. And parings.
An old woman with long gray hair, shadowed by a black cloak, moving to an invisible tune, she began to twirl and lunge, dancing under the full moon, suddenly she tips her head back, and lets out a haunting hum of words, "my blood is thee, Rash'ka! Heed my call, I foresee what is to come, I offer thee my blood, live thy lord! To see what I have seen come to pass; Rash'ka!"
Twirls become desperate, words become loud to over come the howl of the winds, opening her mouth once more, her tune becomes slow and the hum of words is long and drawn out.
" Heir of the lost, blood will cross tongue, eyes will cross death;
Born to the old, child of the wise, savior? only the lost can tell.
Born under the moon, conceived under the sun, troubles will come thy way, blood shall run, eyes shall forever cross; fate's love, destiny's ire, life's child;
Power the world knows not, the power to vanquish the dark lord, the power all should fear."
Eyes, green as death, flash before the old woman's mind, letting lose a high pitch laugh, a gleam in her eyes, she disappears into the night, blood soaking the earth, shaped like a human.
AN: very short but oh well tell me what you think and this is only the prequel, at least 3 reviews for me to continue. Thanx and review!
