Just to clear things up, this story was originally my own piece of story, but then I had no idea where exactly should I put my story in which category, so I ended up placing this as Elfen Lied. (Please don't kill me, even though this story doesn't sound anything alike the orginal 'Elfen Lied'. Anyway, there's a twist in this story, so please bare my confusion in this story, please? (Just to let you know, this story isn't really Elfen Lied, but it is kind of based on it. Well, it is similar.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Elfen Lied. In fact, Lynn Okamoto is the original creator of Elfen Lied. I'm just the creator of this story.

Memento Mori

Prologue

Time after time, the dark heavy clouds rose upon the sky, growing darker and darker, as if the world has no light. I stood silently, staring lightly at the gloomy black atmosphere, with my light silver-grey eyes. Small gust of wind blew towards my direction.

"Not yet… Please, not now…" I whispered under my breath, still giving an innocent stare.

The rain began dripping little drops of clear white liquid onto my face. I closed my eyes, and let the cold wind fly past me, as if I wasn't alive.

"Don't do this to me… Not today. Not now…" I thought inside my head, as the wintery breeze brushed against my cold and icy face.

"Not now…" That word echoed inside my head, as I gently opened my eyes. A drop of clear liquid landed just below my eye, and rolled slowly off my cheek as if I was crying.

I have silky long black hair flowing gently down her back, below her shoulders, and my bangs pushed against my left eye. – My bangs cut like a staircase, but in a diagonal angle. My gentle innocent silver-grey eyes glistened with the light, and my body suffered from anorexia. However, a lot of people never minded about my health. – No one did, anyway.

People were friendly towards me, as to I did to them. I liked sports. Mostly volleyball and sprinting were my best sports. Although, I may not be a fast runner, or the best player, people treated me like I was the best person on their team. That's why I like doing sports with my own teammates. I also like doing art. Like I said, people treated me like I was welcome to the school. – Starlight High.

I attended High School at the age of 13, and met quite a lot of people. I'm 15 now, so you can guess how my life in Starlight High has been.

Starlight High. A High School for selective students only. Only the best people get picked each year, to go to Starlight High. Although, it may seem like your average elite High School for rich people, who get top marks at either grades, sports, or other subjects, they are known as a normal High School. Apart from the rich people who have good talents, the school was pretty average amongst everyone in the school.

"Nyu-san. Please stop gazing hopelessly out the window, unless you're willing enough to be generous to stay after school detention."

I snapped out of my thoughts, while gazing out the window of the rain pouring heavily outside.

"Oh? Gomen nasai, Sawako-sensi. I won't do it again." I apologized politely, as I stood up and gave a slight bow.

"Apology accepted. Now, please don't do it again while in my class." Sawako turned her back towards the students behind her. She picked up her book and held her English text book in her hands.

"Now… please turn to page…"

I was about to sit down, while dramatizing in my thoughts about a cold breezy feeling, coming closer, and closer by each tick. By the time I figured out what the cold and shivering feeling crawling up my back was, things started to happen too fast. I gasped as my eyes grew wide open, staring straight ahead at the classroom window crack right above my head.

I knew something wasn't right. – Something definitely was up. Things started to grow worst, when the crack on the window started expanding its range, on the right side of the classroom. I raised my arm above towards my face, as if the light had shown too bright into my eyes. At first, my sensi thought I was exaggerating over the cold weather, or figuring out if I was some crazy girl. However, she was wrong.

'Smash!' The windows broke on the right side of the classroom. Sounds of students screaming in terror while ducking their heads onto their desks, and raising their hands above their heads for protection.

That was the last that they ever saw of me… on that day.

This is just a prologue of the story. Sadly, this doesn't sound anything alike Elfen Lied. (But, please bare with me, along with your confusion.) Anyway, Chapter 1 will start next week, if you fav and review my story. I'll clear up the confusion later, in Chapter 1. Remember, press that green button, and review, please. (Critizms are welcome. Good comments are welcome. Random reviews are also welcome.)

- SilentTears