Disclaimer: I do not own Elizabeth Haydon's Symphony of Ages, Slayers or any or their affiliated characters or ideas.
It was to be said that my mind was only the darkest of intentions. While that was not wrong, there was something left of all the good, honest lives I had lived since my slumber had began.
I could feel pity in those whose lives that had ended, and feel solace in their future rebirth. Despite this, I can't deny the part of me that felt an overpowering ecstasy as I extended the cold grip of my fog into their hearts, ending their lives without the slightest of effort.
Somehow our journey had ended at a place where I had spent much of my youth. This cliff had once overlooked a vast field and I had often strained my eyes looking into the horizon, waiting for my father's figure to come into view.
I sit now with one of the few living beings left in this world, our legs dangling over the edge of the cliff dangerously. There was an unusual silence among us, emphasized by the barren wasteland in our midst. The only living thing in this place was a large tree behind us that somehow seemed wholly untouched.
I rest my curly head of hair on the man beside me, listening as he exhaled slowly.
I knew he was thinking of it as well; where this had all began. His journey had begun with a single letter, a small piece of parchment that sent the world as he knew it into a downward spiral. To him it must seem so long ago, a distant dream that has long since passed.
A/N; I'm sorry the prologue is so short. I promise the rest of the chapters will be substantially longer!
I started writing this story when I was still in junior high and picked it up again in high school. I've spent years trying to get the ending right. I'm happy with what I ended up with and I hope you enjoy it as well.
Aster is the name of the flower Starwort in Latin and means "afterthought".