Disclaimer: I don't own YGO but I do, however own this plot.

A/N: Yes, I have a new fic! This idea sort of came to me in a dream but it was set in space so…… ya, I never claimed that my dreams made sense, lol. And to be honest, this is practically on original fic I just put it in the YGO category so I could actually get reviews seeing as is practically dead. This has nothing to do with YGO and will probably just have brief appearances of the characters here and there. I know, it's cheap but I can't help it - I'm a review whore.

Darkened Skye

Prologue

I'll never forget the day that my life completely changed. The day that I think the Gods decided to shun me completely and instead of dying, my punishment was life. It started as any other day for a rich girl might. Get dressed, make yourself up, eat the breakfast that was made for you by servants.

My father went to work that morning as any other and I remember looking forward to spending the day upstairs in my own art studio, focusing on attempting to make the painting of a lake that I was working on look more natural, freer.

I remember the sound of gunshots and my own childish wondering if someone had left on the TV on too loud. I went down the stairs and had to stifle my own scream as I saw the doorman lying dead on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. I threw my hand over my mouth and everything told me to run but I was trapped where I was, staring at the men dressed in all black with their guns shining evilly in the light.

"We already took care of the Father." One snarled. "Find the girl." At this I turned and ran up the stairs. I didn't know where to go or what to do so I just kept running, trying to get as far away as I could. I was running down one of the hallways when someone grabbed me from behind. I went to scream but they covered my mouth and pulled me into a nearby room.

"It's ok, child." I recognized the sound of the maids voice and relaxed as she uncovered my mouth. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"Who are they?" I asked, tears leaking from my eyes. "What do they want?"

"There's no time to explain." She said, stuffing a piece of paper into my hand. "Slip into the kitchen and take the stairs on the far side. Those are the old stairs that the servants used to use when they didn't want to wake the masters when they got up early to make breakfast. They lead outside. Take this…" She threw a wallet into my hand and I looked inside to see a good wad of hundred dollar bills. I recognized the wallet as my father's. "and go to Japan. Go to your cousin's house. Hurry!"

"But what about you?" I cried as I held onto her. She softly pried me off her.

"It's too late for me but I'll be able to rest knowing that your safe! Now go!" She shoved me out of the room and I ran down the stairs as quietly as I could, my heart pounding like a thousand drums. I had almost reached the kitchen when I heard footsteps and ducked into the nearest room, scrambling under the bed.

The door opened and I could see well polished shoes pacing the room and I was positive that the sound of my heartbeat was going to give me away. I didn't even dare to breathe as he roamed the room before he walked out and I heard the door close. I waited there for a few moments, nearly hyperventilating as I scrambled out from under the bed, opened the door and flew down the hall as if my life depended on it. And I guess it did, really in those circumstances.

I reached the kitchen and flew down the stairs, nearly crying with relief as I reached the light of the street. I didn't know it then but I was the only left of my family.

That was two months ago and I still don't know what they died for and I know that the answers died in that house. I've dropped my old name, Fallon Skye and have now become Fallon Higarish. Only the relatives that I'm living with know who I really am and I suppose it's the families best-kept secret. I think even the maids are sworn to secrecy.

But it really doesn't matter to me. Looking back I wish that the man who had entered the room had found and killed me. It would've been better then living without my Father and the only person that had truly loved me. My mother had died of a fatal disease when I was young and my Father had been my world.

But it doesn't really matter to me now.

Like I said earlier - my punishment was life.

A/N:

Well, whatta ya think? I have big plans and big hopes for this fic so reviews would be immensely appreciated. I plan on having a bit of a different character in Fallon. I'm planning on making her not as strong as some of my other female characters so it's bit of an experiment for me. As I said, please let me know what you think.