Me: Hi there! School's about to start again, and i wanted to get out a couple o' new stories before it begins.
Fuu: Emilinia-sama doesn't own LoZ.
Xao: Neither do any of the rest of you. So don't sue her, plz. Believe me, she won't do well in prison...
Me: So do me a favor, and don't sue me or mine. Oh, and enjoy this fic! ^^
Cannot Live While You Survive
Prologue
Black flames engulfed her simple cottage home as her father dragged her by the wrist away from the horrific scene. Her mother carried her little brother as he cried from terror and lack of sleep. Her favorite doll swung at her side and the pendent given to her by her late grandmother tinkled delicately as it thumped against her throat. She choked back threatening sobs as she looked back.
The forest around them was black and foreboding. Large trees loomed above the fleeing family, their shadows overcastting what little light there was. The black flames loomed in the night sky, blotting out the twinkling stars. The waning moon grinned down at the earth below, very little light shining off her perfectly white teeth.
Her mother shouted at her, though through the blood that pounded in her ears made her mother's words incoherent, and her widened before she looked back to the road before her. Her bed-head of copper hair flew in her face in messy clumps and strands as she fought to keep up with her father. She asked where they were headed, trying to keep the fear from her voice.
Suddenly, her father halted. She nearly collided into his leg.
She looked up with curiosity as her father turned to her mother, who still clutched at her precious burden that was her brother. She looked from one to the other as they stared intently at each other in silent converse. Fearful sobs threatened to choke her.
Finally her mother spoke, horror choking her melodic voice. "Dearest?!"
The man shut his eyes tight, trying to come to terrible terms with himself, and admit a reluctant peace at some inner turmoil. He fell to his knees and embraced his still-small daughter tightly. The little girl began to tremble in the fierce embrace.
"Daddy…?"
Her father's embrace tightened ever so slightly more and the girl's trembling worsened. Finally, he let go of his hold on her, opting instead to grip her shoulders. His red eyes stared deeply into their reflections. The girl gulped.
"Listen to my words and heed them well. Take your brother and get as far away from here as you can. Never stop moving. Do you understand?"
The girl nodded hesitantly before reaching for her brother. Her mother placed a gentle kiss on the small boy's forehead before passing him into the girl's arms. The little girl shifted the boy so that he was on her back. Her eyes locked with her mother.
The woman gently stroked her daughter's messy copper hair out of her face. "My precious daughter," the woman whispered, "never forget: hold onto those things you hold precious more closely than your own life. Care for them, for they will be the only things you have left. Understand?"
The girl's eyes burned with despairing tears. She nodded.
A thought occurred to her.
"Will we see you again?" Her father smiled sadly at her. He shook his head.
"I don't know."
The tears the girl had been trying to hold back fell down her pale face. Her father gently wiped them away and held her again. "Be strong, love. You'll be okay; I know it."
"Daddy…! Don't make us leave!" the girl sobbed, clinging to her father.
Her father hushed her and stood her up. "Go. Don't look back."
The girl turned hesitantly. Be strong…Be strong… An idea struck her. She turned to her father one last time. She shifted her grip on her younger brother before holding out the hand that held her doll.
"Take Mornia for me," she told her father. "I think she'll comfort you a lot more than me right now. And when you find us again, you can give her back, okay?"
The man gave a brief smile of amusement and nodded. "I'll take good care of her. Now, go! And don't look back!"
The girl turned quickly and ran deeper into the forest that surrounded her. Her bare feet barely made any noise as she navigated her way across the forest floor.
Up above, Mistress Moon continued to grin in quiet mirth and the stars laughed along with her as they watched the small girl carry her brother through the dark forest, trying to find some sort of sanctuary.
After all, the girl's suffering was only a morbid joke.
Me: Okay, that was the prologue. i tried to make it a bit of a tear jerker, but since it is only the prologue, i don't think it turned out that way.
Fuu: Feed back's good; Feed back's great. It says how much to appreciate!
Xao: Shut up, Fuu! No one likes a ryhmer.
Fuu: (.O~O.) You're so mean!
Me: ... Anyways, plz review! all you other writers knows how nice a review is, so be nice and give one! There'll be cake!
Xao: The cake is a lie.
Me: Fine, there'll be cookies!! So REVIEW!!!!