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Prelude

The moonlight set just right, the stars were shinning brightly. The soft breeze of the night brushing against two perfect faces. Two bodies coming together as one on this grand night. His handsome stare mesmerized by her stunning beauty and fair complexion. Her flaxen colored hair brushing against his face as they sealed their vows. He took her hands into his as white rose petals were thrown above and around them. An arc made of white painted wood hung above them as a golden crescent-shaped moon hung in the center. Thus the future of an era that would live in infamy. He as King and her as Queen, of an envious kingdom. This was the beginning of the Moon Kingdom.

From afar a green-eyed monster lurked in the shadows of the palace. Her blood-stained hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. A purple colored cloak draped down her elongated figure, complimenting her tall, slim features. She pulled the hood of the cloak further across her face as she felt every muscle and nerve in her body twist and turn with disgust. A hand crept across her shoulder as her body tensed from the touch. Much startled and weary did her eyes follow the hand to the face that was shrouded in an endless pit under the overcast of the hood of their cloak of all black left. Although she could not see a face she felt as if this being was smiling to her. A chilling voice that echoed in her head slithered into her ears. 'Such a girl can not possibly compare to the beauty of a woman as you are.' The figure turned its head towards the newly married couple distinctly eying the bride. 'She doesn't deserve such a nice guy does she? But of course it is you who should be marring this day!' It turned to her again. 'Take it...' The voice began to fade and echo fiercely. 'Take the crown from her. It is you. You should be queen. You should be queen...' Her head began to ache as everything became blurry. It became hard to breathe and she then knew she would not be able to stand much longer. She had to leave this place, but she couldn't tell where anything was. She was disoriented for a moment. Her eyes frantically looked around for a door and finally after what seemed like an eon found one. She began to walk in a fast pace towards the double doors made of glass, advancing closer and closer, just a little bit further. Her hand reached for the cool brass knob that felt like a breath of heaven exiting that wretched place.

'Excuse me, Lady Metallia is it?' Another voice called to her. She narrowed her eyes pulling the hood tightly over her face once more as her head turned to the sound. A concerned look dawned upon the guard's face. 'Are you alright? You practically ran out and look terribly ill—'

'—I am fine.' She cut the man off coldly turning a heal to walk away into the night. When she was beyond the reaches of anyone in sight, she leaned against the cold stone wall that guarded the royal palace.

'Damn it all!' Cursing herself she clenched a fist. 'No matter what I do...I will never have him. I will never be anything she is...'

'A pity, isn't it?' A sudden unfamiliar voice interrupted.

The woman wouldn't have been so startled had she been paying attention to the cloaked figure who approached nearby. Wary, she narrowed her eyes at whomever dare to listen in on her.

'Who are you?' Her tone was cold and laced with bitterness.

'That does not matter. The question is, who are you? Are you the coward who runs from their destiny, or are you a warrior—A sentinel that stands and fights...and gets exactly what they have have always wanted?' The figure seemed to grin under the mask of the cloak.

'What?' Her voice was laced with anger. 'How dare you...I will have the guards remove who ever you are—'

'—With what authority, might I ask? You and I are alike, outcast and nothing more than mere servants to the people of the White Moon. What I have to offer you will change your life forever and you will have everything you want. Or, you can ignore me and go on living your pathetic existence.'

The woman took a step closer to the figure, her hate rising and her line of rational thinking was quickly breaking. She was about to do something brash, but a force within her kept her at bay—For now.

'Metallia, you should be Queen of this kingdom, and I am the one who can make your ambitions come true.'

'How...How do you know my name?' Her form stopped short taken by surprise.

'It is the name of the one who is the rightful ruler of the Moon Kingdom. A true leader, and an even greater lover to Endymion than that wretched Serenity will ever be.'

'So you dislike Serenity as well...'

'She will not lead this kingdom into prosperity. It will all fall and be nothing more than dust in the wind.'

'But the people love her...She has made great promises and has even won the heart of...' Her voice seemed to break at the thought as she turned away from the figure.

'Things change, Metallia'

She turned to face the figure but before she could say anything the figure raised a hand revealing a dark orb. At a glance it looked like a simple crystal ball but inside radiated with a strange energy pulsating and moving wildly around inside.

'What...what is that?'

'It's your destiny.'

'My destiny?'

The figure didn't answer. It looked off into the distance at the night sky. 'As you are now, you are nothing, but I can give you power beyond your wildest dreams. With that power, all you have ever wanted will become a reality.' Though the figure was looking elsewhere the voice seemed to be speaking to her through the orb. Her eyes immediately became fixated upon it feeling something other than her own will causing such to happen. The figure's voice echoed through her head and the voice from earlier began chanting over and over...

' Take it...Take the crown from her...Take the crown from her. It is you. You should be queen. You should be queen...'

Her head began to pound and her figure doubled over. There was no escape from it this time.