Overture of the Night

by Prustrian Informant

Dear Reader: Due to love I lost my family and my life, I became a dark-hunter and have had to fight against daimons. Now I've found Holly, who is wanted dead by almost everyone. If fates want her dead they'll have to kill me first... -Prelude Andros

1. Prologue

Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

-Acheron

That's true, but I'll regret it if I don't.

-Csoh

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Overture of the Night

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Prologue

He watched as she entered the performance hall. Her hair a stunning shade of brown. She moved with elegance onto the stage and sat down in front of the group with her instrument. Her hands started the first chord as the crowd became entranced in her beauty. Many people waved at her, but her eyes wandered for one soul in the audience.

Her gaze finally found him. He shifted forward enough that she could see. Her melody, her prelude that she alone played was well meaningful for them both. After all after the end of the night she would be with him for eternity.

Her bow moved toward the final chord. The room was absorbed until a figure ran onto the stage. "WITCH!" The crowd shrieked as she jumped up. Her instrument falling to the floor, long forgotten by its former queen. The crowd began to swell as she turned left and right. Trying to find him, trying to escape a fate that became to all who were claimed under that title.

He rushed down the stairwell and ran to save her. The crowd lit a torch and threw it in her direction. A smell unlike any other swept threw the building. Screaming could be heard as not only his love burned, but the building as well. The crowd pushed the man out of the building just as the foundation collapsed the building. The musician was dead.

He turned at his fellow villagers. He screamed at their deed. They turned against him, their decision over his fate set. He saw his family. His parents. Sister. Dead. Her family was waiting. Why?

"You were converting her to your heresy. It was too late to save her." He felt the pain. The shock. His soul cried into the darkness.

"Would you be willing to fight?" A red-headed woman appeared in front of him.

"Yes." He remembered her face. Her music. Her everything. She was gone. What was left. The red-head bent down and he past out.

He awakened in a cave. A dark-haired man in front of him. Holding out his hand.

"You must forget the past. It will only weaken you."

"Then show me. Show me how to walk alone."