You can't be, he's dead

by Areli White-wings

Some say that we all fight for something, but in the land of Ahalilan, there is a warrior who fights for nothing with a heart of stone. Haunted by her past and the brutal deaths of her family, she has killed more than the number of the stars say the legends. But a adolescent will arise from her past, to remind her of the dead, of her brother.

1. Prologue

A memory of better times...

Laughter and gaiety filled the air, as wildflower petals flew gracefully into the air. Launched into the air from the hands of a young girl, dressed in a white dress holding a woven basket filled with more petals. Hair colored like copper and gold mixed together swirled about the five year old girl's shoulders, dark green eyes bright with excitement.

She skipped to a taller man, about eighteen, dressed in a fine linen shirt and trousers. Bright, thick, red hair shimmered in the mid spring sunlight. Light blue eyes twinkled at his little sister, his only sibling.

The little girl giggled, then stood by him as the love of his life walked to him, on a carpet of flower petals. Dressed in white with river pearls sworn in, and braided into her night colored hair. As they were married, they had eyes for no one but each other, love and devotion albut shown around them.

Soon, when the snow was just melting, and white, tear shaped flowers appeared, a small boy was born. The brother and sister in law of the little flowergirl had a son, a little boy with the red hair and blue eyes of his father welcomed the world with laughter and cooes. With wide eyes, the little flower girl, now six, solemnly vowed that she would be the best aunt to the world. Her brother laughed.

"You'll be the best in the world, little sister."

"I wish that you were still with me, Schuyler...my dear, dear, beloved, brother."