Why, 'ello there, dear reader. This is the prologue to my newest story. No hints for you, until chapter one. Interested?


In life, there are moths and there are flames. The majority of us are moths; fluttering around, looking for answers. Some sort of satisfaction, to make us feel like we matter, in the grand scheme of things. We don't care how hot or bright the flames are, as long as we're kept warm and safe in our own little illusion that nothing's wrong. That our lives are the way we've always dreamt them to be. We can't be reasoned with. Not really. In fact, even if we do realize how harmful the flames are for us, we won't stop trying to reach them until we fall to the ground. Dead.

Flames, on the other hand, yearn for the worship we moths are more than happy to provide. Their eternal lust for our attentions cannot be smothered. Not even by the rain that befalls them, when they realize that they are just one small flicker of the universe. Their tendrils of heat will flare towards us moths fervently. Desperately. And we will comply. We will throw ourselves into the flame, to prove its worth, because we seek our own answers. Perhaps, we think, this is all there is. And it will be, because we cannot reach the conclusions to our own answers. We can only guess and wonder. And hope we're right.

We're all fools without answers. And sometimes…

Sometimes, when all you have is questions, you're drawn to the ones with all the answers.


"Ms. Portelli?"

"That's me."

"Any relation to-"

"If you have to know, yes, but whatever my family feels the need to do is none of my concern. I just want to put it out there and inform you that I don't, nor will I ever, have any interest in that line of work."

"So you are-"

"Ugh. Yes; my father."

"Alright; good to know. Let's get this interview underway, shall we?"

"Oh, yes, of course."


…How 'bout now? Maybe? I PROMISE that this is not an "I'm the daughter of insert Rouge here. I'm just not into writing those. Also, I apologize for the melodramatic prose, at the beginning. It helps to hint at the story's vibe, and I made it for the purpose for this story, so enjoy nonetheless.