A/N: So, here it is. I guess I can try writing something. After all, I came to FFN several years ago, and I've only submitted an English project from almost as long ago. So anyway, I don't actually know what this will be yet, but I figure I'll find out by the time I'm done, right? Here I go...


§ Prologue: Crimson Perfect Day §


He hadn't had a day like this in weeks. He had been so busy that he just hadn't gotten the chance. But now, as he lazily floated along on his blood-colored steed, he was as happy as he could be. And as morbid as the analogy seemed, it was perfect. He couldn't live without his crimson mount any more than he could without his crimson flow. Here, hovering above the clouds as he used to do so often, he felt at home and relaxed.

This was about where he was certain something would go wrong. After all, every good hero knows that when everything seems perfect, the façade is about to collapse. Groose had even left the new village near the volcano, named Kakariko, to go add some "amazing and brilliant" new idea to his invention at the Sealed Grounds. It just had to be too good to be true. After a quick glance around, he saw it coming. A tornado, black as a gathering storm, was headed straight toward him. But no, it was a trick of the light. The twister was real, of course, but the darkness was just a shadow from another cloud. A combination of this optical illusion and his deep-seated alertness acquired from his travels. Mistaking nothing for a threat is better that the other way around, he'd learned.

But anyway, the whirlwind was just an ordinary swirl. And his image of a perfect afternoon was not so fragile as he had imagined.


In a musty room, the sunlight from above failed to break the dark gloom of the chamber. The chamber had kept mysteries of world-changing weight, and had many times become a pivoting point of fate. A place where the ultimate end of gods of heaven and hell's worst devils would be decided. Demons and angels would meet here and learn the outcome of their intertwining and ever conflicting schemes. It was a battlefield in which both sides had, in their times, prevailed.

And so, it seemed, it was altogether fitting that a pale being sat there, hatred glowing in his eyes as he schemed. Every ounce of hatred was matched with a gleam of sinister satisfaction. Two things had gone his way today. First off, he had finally found his course of action. That thought alone was enough to make him smirk. It was only sweetened by the sight of the youth he was using as his chair. The adolescent's hair matched the color of his cape. The same crimson that stained the ground around him and had finally ceased to flow from the piercings all over the boy's body. Yes, today was a perfect day.


A/N: Suddenly, I have an idea forming in my strange little head. Maybe somebody might enjoy it as much as I hope I will. Feel free to tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is preferred but I know how much effort that takes, so a simple "good job"/"bad job" is equally encouraged. Even flames are okay, because they mean I was noteworthy enough to be worth an insult. If that's too much work, then just hit the little check-box and move on with your life. As the final alternative, if you feel so inclined, just hit the back button and find yourself a story you like more. Whatever your choice, I hope you enjoyed the prologue, and I hope you have a good day.