I do NOT own ROtG. If I did, that would be awesome! It belongs to its respective owner(s). This is my first fanfiction on this site, so please, tell me what you think! ^w^ Yes, and the cover image is of War and part of Civil. It came from my dA account, so if you've seen it on deviantArt, don't be alarmed. Also this is the rewritten prologue, so there are a few changes here and there... So, yeah. All of the chapters after this, up until 9 at least, will also be rewritten so don't be alarmed if a few things have changed. Enjoy~!

*This means what they are doing* example *pant*

"This means things they're saying" example "Hi"

And this means things they're thinking example Hello

PROLOGUE Pt. 1

It was a warm, calm summer day. All was as it should be; the children played in the ponds and streams, the mothers were hard at work making clothes for the fast approaching winter, the fathers were busy with hunting, and the animals were lying in the sun. A young girl came barreling down a sandy path, shattering the serenity that had encompassed the small area as she yelled. No one paid the girl any mind. It was a fairly common occurrence to see the brunette dash by. Within a few seconds an older girl charged down the same path yelling after the younger one. A few people turned their heads, nervous curiosity clear on their faces, wondering what had happened.

"Calamity," the older girl shouted in a slight sing-song voice, "you know that I can run faster than you! I am allowing you to stay ahead of me!"

The young brunette, Calamity, turned her head and shouted back, gasping for breath, " I know *gasp* this *pant* very well, *gasp* but that won-!"

Calamity was cut short as she tripped. The older girl gasped and ran to her. She crouched down and looked at Calamity with a mixture of worry, panic, and sympathy.

"Calamity? Cala, are you ok?"

"War?" Calamity asked.

"Yes?"

"My arm hurts..." Calamity whimpered as she drifted off into blackness.

"..." was the only response she got from her sister. War looked at Calamity's oddly bent arm and sighed. Every time... Well, now I need to set it.

With that thought, War picked her younger sibling up bridal style and carried her home. Once the pair reached their small hut, War placed Calamity on a bed made of soft moss, fur, and feathers. The older sibling left her sister there for a few moments so that she could find a few sturdy branches and some vines. When she returned, War began to set her sister's arm in a hand-made splint. Poor Calamity, she thought, with mother gone and father always in that cursed forest, the poor girl only has me to take care of her and keep her safe... Father grows madder and more violent everyday. It's the curse. Something's in that forest, and it's taking over his body. Corrupting him. He comes home with shadows trailing behind him... If only there was something that I could do... War sighed in mild annoyance and sorrow as she lie down on the cool, sandy floor of the hut. She looked up at the leafy roof and slowly closed her eyes.

*whine*

War opened her eyes and sat up slightly. She listened and, after a few moments, heard nothing. Odd, she thought, I could have sworn that I heard someth-

*whimper*

There! I knew I heard something. War stood, looked at her sister for a moment, then went to the doorway and paused. She looked back at Calamity, then, after deciding that her sister wouldn't wake up anytime soon, left their shared hut. Listening for the whine while she walked. She walked along the forest edge for a few minutes, getting closer to the animal that was making the pained noises.

*whine*

It's coming from the forest. She paused for a moment then headed into the green foliage; following the sound. A few moments later, War came across a large clearing and stepped into it.

She gasped, in the clearing's center, was a small wolf pup. One of its legs was snapped at an odd angle, and a large chunk of its right ear was torn off and still profusely bleeding. The girl rushed towards the hurt pup, and gently picked it up. The quivering animal whimpered in pain at the touch, and weakly struggled against War's strong yet gentle hold.

"Hush, little one," the girl said to it in a soothingly quiet voice as she made her way back to her hut, "I am known by fellow villagers as 'War', but you, my little pup, may call me whatever you like. I shall protect you, and I shall take care of those nasty wounds for you..." I have dealt with much worse myself... She angrily added to herself.

Once she and the pup arrived at the hut, War set about cleaning the pup's wounded ear. Calamity woke up just as War finished cleaning the wound.

"Sissy?" Calamity whispered

"Yes, Cala?" War replied while fastening a splint to the pup's broken leg.

"Why's there a puppy in the house?"

"She is a wolf pup, Cala, not a puppy. And I'm gonna name her Civil."

"War, that does not answer my question."

War looked at her sibling. While stroking the sleeping pup's back, she answered. "I found her in a clearing in the forest... Poor thing has a broken leg and is missing a large chunk of her right ear. I wonder how it happened..." War trailed off, lost in thought and Calamity remained quiet.

As the two sisters were sitting with each other in a comfortable silence, loud footsteps began to approach the hut. Calamity looked at War, panic and fear clear on her face. War wore an expression of anger and mild confusion. War looked at Calamity, who was trembling in fear. That's it! War shot a glare in the direction the footsteps were coming from. Calamity cannot keep living like this. Even if I have to kill him, it will end!With that thought, she stood.

War looked at her little sister, her expression unreadable, "Calamity, move out of sight of the door. And no matter what you hear, don't move until I say that it's safe."

"But, Sis-"

"No buts!" War hissed, "Do as I say so that I may protect you! Stay here and don't move!"

Calamity reluctantly did as told, and moved out of War's line of sight. War grabbed her sabers and stalked towards the door. Just as the footsteps reached the doorway, War leapt out of the house and straddled the potential intruder, with both of her sabers on his throat in an "X" formation. She glared at the man as he trembled in fear.

"What do you want?!" War hissed through clenched teeth. Her dark eyes glaring coldly into his.

"We need your help, War," the intruder gasped, his nervous eyes darting around as he tried to avoid looking at the girl above him.

"Why?" her voice lost some of its venom, but she did not release him.

"There are invaders trying to take our island," he replied, still quivering.

"What?!" She gasped and, in the blink of an eye, was out of sight, dashing through the thick foliage towards the beach.

Once War got there, she was surprised. The normally pale sand was now stained a dark, wet crimson. There were body parts everywhere; some strewn across the sand, others in the water, some even in the burning huts. Children ran around wailing; some in pain and agony as blood gushed out of their wounds, others in terror as they watched people die. Most of the village women were dead, killed when they tried to get their children into the safety of the forest, and at least half of the men were being pushed towards a steep cliff by the invaders. War raced towards the children first, slashing at anything that tried to stop her. By the time she finished herding the children into the forest, she was being closed in on by the invaders. The surviving men had fled to the forest once they realized that War was fighting. They knew that she could take care of the invaders, and they needed to tend to their wounded.

War glared at them, her dark eyes filled with rage and hatred. And many trembled in fear as she glared. The very air about her grew dark and malicious as a deep growl escaped her throat. She snarled and charged. War slashed through spines, lopped off heads, she even tore off arms and legs. Once she reached the end of the group, War was covered in blood and guts. Her hair-along with most of her body- was dyed a dark, bloody red. Stray pieces of muscle were stuck to her teeth from biting off flesh. And her sabers now dark and dripping blood. War looked around for their leader, she glared as she saw who it was and gasped when she saw who he was holding.

"Father?! How could you?!" War yelled,"Release my sister! NOW! Or DIE!"

"Now, now dear daughter," the girls' father sneered, "surrender, or your dearest little sister gets it!"

War glanced at Calamity who mouthed 'Don't do it' and 'I'm not worth it' . A fierce determination overtook War as she glared at her "father". She charged, and, just as her father raised his sword, War jumped between the two. She winced in pain, and before she fell, War shoved one of her sabers through her father's throat and the other through his chest. As his blood fell from the fatal wounds, his eyes dimmed, flickered, and died. War gasped in pain as her own blood fled from the large gash in her stomach.

"It's...it's O.K... Cala...I'll s-...see you...soon...enough...I-I love you...with all of...m-my heart...a-and forgive...father, for h-...he wasn't... well...pos-possessed by...the da..." War's own eyes dimmed as her soul fled her body.

War watched as her little sister cried over her death. She watched as the villagers came from the forest. She listened as Calamity told them of her sacrifice. She watched as they wept for their village protector. She told them through the wind and the ocean that she would protect them for all eternity, as long as they kept her sister safe. She listened as they agreed. And she watched them and smiled as a warm light descended upon her.

END OF PROLOGUE PART 1 :3

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