The Last of the Ancients
Prologue
Disclaimer!: I Do not own DGrayman or any of it's characters!
Author's Note: This is a story that I have had for an idea for quite some time but I'm not confident in my writing so I was putting it off. My story does not follow the manga completely as I have changed it a bit for the sake of my story. Comments and Reviews would be lovely ^.~
"Mama?"
A small boy with crimson red hair and eyes to match stood in the doorway to what appeared to be a small kitchen. He was no older than four or five but he was quite smart for such a small child, that's why he never said anything even though he always knew the truth. He watched his mom turn around and flash him a smile trying to hide the fact that she had been crying earlier. He loved her smile, usually it was warm and her eyes always glowed with kindness but there were also days like this. Leaning down she opened up her arms with another forced smile, "Come here son" He never refused an offer for a hug from his mom. The little boy smiled brightly before running into her open arms hugging her tight. She swept her son in her arms protectively stroking his red hair, her smile faltered a little, his hair the same color as his father.
He looked a lot like his mother, inheriting her rare shade of red eyes as well. The only thing he got from his father was his fiery red hair, while his mother's hair was black like the feathers of a raven. She was a beautiful woman, any man could see that but sadly the color of her eyes set her apart from everyone else. Their eye color was very special, its meaning rooted deep in the history of their ancestors and he never got tired of hearing it. "Mama, tell me that story again" His mother's beautiful laughter filled the room as she set her son on the counter going back to prepare dinner. "You really love that story don't you, very well"
Placing his small hands on his knees devoting all his attention onto his mother as she cleared her throat before speaking, "A long time ago a great battle took place" His eyes shined as the questions formed in his still developing brain, "How long?" The woman looked at her son laughing softly, "About seven thousand years ago, now let me finish" He had no idea how long that was, seemed more then his and his moms fingers and toes put together. "The battle was with a man called Adam a powerful man was part of a group who called themselves the Noah Family. These people believed that humans were unworthy to continue living on the planet." The boy frowned not understanding, he didn't understand such prejudice. "The Noah family started a war, a battle that quickly over whelmed us humans and all seemed lost until god lent us a hand." Hearing this he instantly perked back up with a smile, "How Mama, how did he help?"
"He granted us the power to fight back by giving us The Cube which was said to be the crystal of god. It was very powerful and with it humans started to stand a chance against the Noah Family but eventually the final battle came to a close. The one who possessed the Heart was defeated by Adam and humanity was wiped out by a flood leaving only the Noahs" The child looked at the ground with a frown, the good humans lost to the evil Noahs, it didn't seem fair. The raven haired woman walked over running her hands through her sons hair with a soft smile, "The loss we faced that day was grave but it was not the end, unknown to them a few of our people managed to survive. They continued to live, keeping the blood of our people alive."
The child peeked up at his mother with curious eyes, "Mama, what happened to the Cube?" Pushing some bangs out of her sons eyes she returned to fixing dinner, "The Cube shattered, the pieces scattering all around the world. Over the years they were given the name innocence, The heart of the innocence choose the survivors your ancestors to keep it safe. History refers to our people as The Ancients and you and I are all that is left" She gave her son a sad smile, "Do not worry though, the heart has been hidden where they will never find it, the heart is our only hope…."
Back then he had been fascinated by that story, the true meaning of his mother's words had been lost to him then. If only he could of known that things were about to change, that after that night he would never hear his mother tell that story ever again….