Hello people! I am glad to call this my very first fanfic. I wanted to say that I hope you enjoy this story. I don't know if I will ever mame any other stories though. Enjoy and review because that will make the little MissAssassinGirl11 happy! :)

*psst* (whispering) you can call me Misty-chan, if you want.

(Normal voice) Enjoy until your heart dies!

Chapter 1 Prologue

Four years ago...in the mists of a small village...every being had been done for...and only one remained...who filled with hatred...pure anger...and lonliness...and he never changed...after that one day.

Blood flowed through the river. It got redder where the corspe laid. A young boy with brown hair laid there dead, motionless, on the coldness of the ground.

"Coming from the mists, join me. Take it away from the body. The eyes are what fill me the most. Give me what I deserve for my life," a girl came from behind, with her calm tone of voice and carelessness. Her green eyes got darker, turning into forest green, and soon to almost completely black, like only the pupil was there. Her light blue hair flew up in the air as her words spread throughout the sky. The wind blew her black cloak and it waved cheerfully. Her hood laid atop of her cold straight hair. Her mouth moved in an instant from the frozen breaths she took and breathed in. "Let the winds guide me back home. Take the eyes along above me in the clearness of the glass covering. Bring me with them on my travels." The wind blew harder. Its fierce force ran against her. The trees shook violently with its red leafy color.

"I will find someday. I will get revenge on you," a young boy with thick blonde hair filled with hatred as he spoke his words to the young girl. She didn't show her face, but only her nose and the strands of hair from her bangs as she turned her head slightly at him and laughed lightly. She walked away leting him be free, but he didn't except it. The pain in him was unbearable. He couldn't stand much without feeling faint in his eyes. The agony from the cut in his chest. The blood seeped through his clothing. "Why? Why didn't you kill me?" His cheek had bits of red, and his eyes were down partly like he was frowning. She chuckled in moments of seconds, not speaking another word before he continued. "Why am I the only survivor? Why have you left me like this instead of killing me off like the others?"

"Well. Well boy. You haven't figured it out yet then?" Her face was facing away and she smirked to herself since she didn't want the only survivor to see the face of an assassin. "You see. I have been told to take the eyes. That's all I was told to do. And assassins will only kill if they are asked or if they have to. And you might see now, I wasn't asked or told to kill you, and I don't have to attack because the rest of my group decided to do that while I have a job to take the eyes of your people. I haven't even touched one being here. I took the eyes with my words, not with my fingers. I won't get my finger's filthy just because my leader wants them. I honestly don't care about these, so I won't even bother doing anything." And atop of her, above her careless mind, was a small jar filled with whiteness and redness, from blood and water mixed in together. "And for a tip to getting vengance on my leader and the ones who actually killed your people, stay down and then you won't be noticed as one of the very few of the survivors in this clan. And like I said, I wasn't ordered to kill you, so I will let you live just this once."

He grunted, firmly holding onto his side which was also hurt bad. His eyes glowed and he fell down. "I won't let you leave. No matter what happens to me, I won't let you move any further, not one inch away." His face sweated cold watery salt.

"Hehehe. I like your tone. Since you have attempted to do this and you aren't one of those cowards, I will let you live, no matter what. I would like to see you some other day. Now rest child. Rest and be gone." A short sword went into his stomach and he fell unconsious this time having the faint in his eyes and the blur all around. "Sleep well. I will meet you again someday...young...Kurta."

And that was my Prologue. How do you like my stories? I will be happy if I get reviews on this and how much you felt about this.

Toodles! :)