A/N: I've decided(read: been blackmailed) to submit the prologue of this story to see if anyone's interested, if you are I'll start posting the rest, whether or not I post depends on the reviews. I don't pretend to be the worlds best writer, so if you don't like my writing then don't read the story. I do hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own AVP, or any of it's characters, if I did, I'd be sitting on my own tropical island sipping cocktails from a coconut. And I'm not.

Prologue:

Terrin: 101 years After Raid

Many years ago, her father ruled over their home country of Dreyone, from the main City of Dreyonai. Standing at the top of large, crescent-shaped cliffs, the city was surrounded on both sides, and divided down the middle, by the three canals that the might Dreyonai River split into before plunging forcefully down the cliff face, into a large lake, and then snaking its way to the sea. The city had been one of honour, and there was a lot of fighting, but murder was rare. They had respected the balance of life and death and lived in peace with the animals in the surrounding land. It had been perfect, wonderful.

But that was before They came. The legendary raiders that stormed the city, bringing with them a disease that brought death to her father and so many of her people. The ones that had survived were those that were too young to be considered adults, and the few adults that had been ordered to take them away from the city. Her father had wanted her to go with them, as she was barely more than a child at the time, only sixteen, but she had refused. He needed every fighter he could spare, and she was the best archer in the family, so she had stayed to fight alongside him and her brothers.

In the end, it hadn't been enough. When all the raiders were slain, only a handful of her people were left alive, but those who were fell ill almost instantly. A strange fever raged through their bodies, and some went mad with it, trying to destroy the city and killing themselves in the process. The rest fell into a death-like sleep before dying outright.

When her people found her, alone among the ashes, her clothes scorched and her skin white as marble, they thought she was dead, but when they looked closer, her skin was hot despite its colour and her heartbeat was strong and fast. They'd carried her to safety and watched over her while she lay, still as death while the fever raged through her. She had awoken, several days later, disorientated, but healthy.

At first, her people were wary of her, as she had been the only survivor, but as their hesitance faded, they asked her to take her rightful place as their leader. She had agreed, knowing that they would need the stability of tradition.

As the first weeks went by she started to notice that she was different. She grew stronger, faster and healed quicker. Deep cuts healed in a matter of minutes, and normally fatal wounds would heal over in a few hours. This was horrifying at first, but when her people found out, they didn't shun her as she'd thought they would, but had seen her as an invincible guardian. Later, as the years passed, she realised that she had not aged. Her body was regenerating itself. After a few years, she fell in love and married. She had a lovely daughter that had her father's kind eyes. She had watched them grow older as she stayed the same, but ten years after they married, she lost them both to a fever. That day, she vowed that she would not go through that ever again. And so, she watched her people grow old around her, but none of them ever turned against her, having learnt from childhood, that she did not willingly choose this path.

As the years passed, new, stronger enemies came and went, and she fought them all. It was the only time she allowed herself to lose control, and she fought with vengeance to protect those she cared about, her people. She fought with anger and vengeance for those who had been taken in the raids, and as she grew stronger, she grew wiser, until she could outsmart her enemies and win a fight without receiving a single blow.

But now, for the first time in the many years since her people entrusted her with the guardianship of their country, she worries. Strange creatures have overrun the main city of Malosri, their neighbouring country on the western side. These vicious demons with skin like black crystal and acid blood were a threat to her people as they hunted in large groups and never left survivors. At least, that's what she'd told her people. She hated lying to them, but if they found out what these demons really did with their captives, she was afraid they'd do something foolish. They used people as hosts for their reproduction, and as she was the only person to travel deep into their territory, as Malosri had now become, and come out unharmed, she was the only one who knew this. She had managed to travel far enough into their territory so see that they worked a lot like bees did. They had workers and soldiers by the thousands, but only one leader, a queen. Although she had only managed to get a brief look at the crested she hadn't liked what she'd seen one bit. The queen was huge, about the height of four men and looked even more vicious than her subjects. Where had they come from, these strange black demons? And now that she'd seen their numbers she wondered if she would be able to defeat them.

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