Blue Magic:

Prelude- Within a single Heart beat.

INITIUM (Beginning)

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Within a single Heart beat a broken angel attempted to fly one night, only to fall upon the emerald grass.  Her golden halo of silken hair being stained crimson by her own blood as it formed an unholy aura around her.  Her fragile wings were decimated upon impact on cruel, unyielding ground.  Her creamy skin of perfection now slowly fading into a pale alabaster.  The Queenly angel reduced to nothing.

Pain throbbed and manifested itself through out her flesh-caged vessel, rooting deep within her very soul.  Slowly, it uncurled itself like a cat and began its cruel, unforgiving reign.  Her nerves felt like fire, while her joints began to swell from unknown causes.  Was something broken, besides her wings and spirit?  Did it matter when she was this close to death?

A teardrop fell from the midnight sky and kissed her numb cheek.  Since when did the heavens mourn for mortal fallen angels, such as herself?  When did the gods of heaven give a damn about a wretched soul who fell from grace?  For one who clung to the past and refused to move on, even with someone to help her with every step?  Maybe, it is not tears of sorrow.  Perhaps, instead, tears of joy.  One more mocking before death took her.

Violet-blue eyes stared blankly towards stars.  Was she just another broken doll to be discarded and forgotten?  Even if she was one of ones who fought and save the world?  Most likely.  This fallen Queen stood by the Lion and the Sorceress to defeat a Witch.  She who stood longer then the Boxer, the Gun Sniper, and the Messenger.  It was her whip that brought the final blow.  Did she get any thanks?

No.  The Lion was worshiped and hailed as a hero instead, for he was team captain.  His lover, the Sorceress, also was worshiped.  Why?  They were a fairy tale couple.  Forget those who helped them get there or the one who truly delivered the blow of Salvation.  All because it didn't fit the storybook tale of a Sorceress of the Light and her loyal Knight.  How utterly selfish and cruel.  Hell seemed kinder with its lack of false pretenses.

Where was the Queen's Savior when now she coughed and wept tears of blood?  Hyne, it hurt.  The thoughts, memories, and emotions of old.  It rubbed more cruelly in her bleeding wounds of body, heart, and soul then ever before.  Perhaps, it was because she didn't want to die alone.  No one wanted to die alone.  Yet, there was this broken girl.  Discarded like a doll from one's forgotten childhood.  Fears were becoming real.

Ivory lips parted in a slight sob and prayer.  Please, someone, find her!  This woman does not want to die.  She did nothing to deserve this.  The Queen was so sure of her footing, same footing that she had been doing years before, across a stage railing in the Quad.  She did not want to fall.  Did not mean to!  How was she to know it was broken and planned to kill her? Dropping her past the stage, onto the grass on stage' side, for one last performance?

God-sent noise invaded the veil of death.  The music of laughter floated through the air.  Instructor #14 Quistis Trepe prayed that they would see her.  She prayed that she would be not be invisible like most of the times.  Let it an obsessive Trepie, if it takes to be notice and saved.

As Quistis prayed, she felt the pain slowly begin to fade.  White and black ebbed at her eyes and soul.  It would be nice, she mused, to let go.  It would nice to be remembered, as a young SeeD who fought with 'Saviors', then grow old and be remembered as a broken old SeeD instructor.  Flashing a surrealistic smile, she just did that.  Let it all go.  All within a single heartbeat.

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End Prologue.