Hey alls. So I'm back again and bringing you the beginning of a new story. Again. But this isn't the Mortal Instruments story that I planned on nor is it one of the million bajillion Inuyasha stories that float around in my brain either.

Lol, I'm really killing myself with all these unfinished stories, aren't I?

No, this fic is for the video game Tales of Vesperia. I just recently finished watching Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike and I was such in a Vesparia mood that I started playing the game again (i had stopped after Schwann was being a jerk and wouldn't keel over). And at the same time I was learning about a revolution in history. I was totally hanging on every word that the teacher said since I love learing about this revolution and that tied in with my Vesperia mood spawned this. So this will be based of a revolution, though I won't tell you which one just yet. Hopefully you can figure it out yourself.

With the ideas that I have for this fic I really don't think that this will work out well without the ToV characters. I mean, Yuri's personality if perfect for the role that I'm casting him in. As is Flynn's and Estelle's. I wouldn't get the same feeling if I stuck Jace in Yuri's position or Miroku in Flynn's.

So I'm just posting the prologue at this point. The ToV community on here is rather small so I'm not asked for more I won't write more. I mean, if that happens I'm still going to update this for myself of course, but it'll only be at my own pace and when I feel like it.

I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it because I have such high hopes for this.

And of course if you've read my other stories you'd already know that there has to be romance. It's a recurring theme of mine so it's kinda what identifies me as a writter on here.

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off of Tales of Vesperia. This was made purely for fans by a fan. It is in no way sponsored, approved, endorsed by, or affiliated with Namco Tales Studio or Namco Bandai Games, or any other affiliates.

Flames are welcome.

Prologue

There is always one person or object that people hold high above their heads in pride. They are often referred to as a 'secret weapon' or 'the key' and in some cases 'the crown jewel.' There is always one. In the world of Terca Lumireis, the so-called 'crown jewel' takes the form of none other than the Capital city Zaphias. Zaphias is the home of the emperor and from the outside the city sparkled brightly in the sunlight. The influence and pride of the empire rode upon the sun that streamed through the jewel and fractured into millions of brightly colored rainbows that stretched out to all three continents of the vast empire.

But people are so blinded by the glitter and rainbows that they fail to see the darkness that's licking at the heels of the city. They don't see how the jewel is slowly deteriorating from the inside out. The darkness spreads, slithering through the crevices of the cobblestone street until it latches onto one of the many rainbows and is carried out where it takes root in another city of the empire. It digs down and down, securing itself in the very roots of the city where it begins the slow poison.

And soon enough, a shadow passes over empire, a shadow that no one notices until it passes high over head, blotting out the sun and encasing the entire world in an everlasting night.

There is a city where red wine that falls in the street runs in rivulets between the fractures in the streets like blood that people throw themselves upon to ease the sickening pain in their stomachs. There is a city where crime rate goes up and the cause is a tiny piece of bread. There is a city where the dust of a once glittering jewel blows somberly over the empty streets, into the tightly shut windows of houses, and sticks itself upon the soles of dirty bare feet that take hollow steps towards their equally dirty homes.

And watching from high in his tower resides a man who has accumulated some of the glitter of years past but has twisted and deformed it in to the glint of a wicked smile.

This is the story of blood. This is the story of death. This is the story of heartache. This is the story of betrayal. But this is also the story of love. And friendship. This is the story of strength found in the places least expected. This is the story of hope that rises when times seem hopeless. This is the story of light that shines in the darkest of places.

This is the story of the commonly played good versus evil.

This is the story of the greatest revolution of our time.

So like I said, this is going to be the only chapter in this story for a while unless people ask for more.

I thank you very much for taking time to read my fic. It means a lot to me. Now if I might ask one more favor of you, please leave me a review to tell me what you think, especially if you think something needs to be improved on.

Blessings!

Miss Saigon11