They say that a prologue marks the beginning of a literary journey. Which is why I decided to mark my own with one. This is the official prologue for my fanfiction 'Masked Emotions'. A possibly 21 chapter fan-fiction featuring Dawn Berlitz and Serena as the main characters. Their shipping is called 'FancyFashionshipping'. It's a personal favorite of mine.
Authors note won't be included after the first chapter as they are not my thing. Any personal questions can be answered by looking at my Profile. However, any questions regarding the story will be answered through PM or email, if and only you provide me with yours.
Bold and Italic text is flashback text.
Enjoy the prologue.
~ == Prologue == ~
"Why, Cyrus?" a man coughed out as the green, foggy, gas inched itself slowly in the room. Perspiration ran down his forehead as he struggled to loosen the ropes that bounded his wrists. His cloths were torn and his skin ripped. He was bruised to a very critical extent.
"Don't act coy with me, Alexander. You know well why," replied a man who looked younger than he was but had the same hair as he did.
"And then?" asked a fair man with dark-blue hair and deep-blue eyes. He eyes his daughter with pride as she flails her arms around to exaggerate the event.
"The weedle was this big! I thought it was small but it was huge!" she explained.
"That sounds like you had a great adventure."
"We are brothers!" he yelled out, tugging at his restraints, "No matter how much you deny it, we are bound to-"
"I am bound to nothing!" roared Cyrus. His voice echoed through the room, creating large vibrations that were enough to scare an audience away. Alexander growled at the reply.
"You are. You'll always be bound to the human nature. You'll be bound to yourself," he said, with confidence in his tone. "Guilt will consume you. It will plague your mind. Our legacy would then wilt and suffer for the consequences of you mindless actions!"
"Dad, can you sing me a song?" asked a young girl, who was wrapped in her father's warm embrace. She was small and had blue, beautiful locks of hair. Her eyes were clear, blue and deep as the ocean and her skin pale, soft and fragile like a flower.
Her father looked at her and smiled warmly, "Sure, love. What kind of song?" he inquired. He clicked the button on the remote to close the TV.
The girl let out an exasperated sigh, "I can't choose! Maybe you can sing me a lullaby?" She freed herself from his arms and sat on the sofa parallel to him.
Cyrus ignored his brothers' rant and smiled at his way, amused at his babbling. "Do you have any last requests, brother?"
Alexander coughed violently and his head dropped. "Cyrus, don't do this! My daughter-"
"She will be fine under my care. I am her loving uncle, after all. I'll train her, and nurture her to become what she is destined to be," he pushed his hands down his pocket to only to bring out a match-box, "A pawn in my game to achieve the godly status."
"A lullaby?" his smile was huge and he couldn't help but melt as his daughter looked at him with her big, blue, beaming eyes. "Hmm, have ideas about which one? Oh, what about the butterfree song, it's nice, isn't it?"
"Dad, you sung that song last time. Make a new one!" she said clearly annoyed by her fathers' suggestion.
"Okay then, Dawn. I think I have something special for you. Come on, let's get you tucked in to bed." He gently scooped his daughter in his arms and climbed up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Cyrus, you have n o idea what you are doing. Man is never going to achieve that role. We are not worthy, especially not a man like you. So I beg of you, stop this!"
"Hush, Alexander. I want to remember the day you die as the day I am re-born," he sternly stated, "you are the only obstacle left in my path."
Alexander smiled at his way, and chuckled. His tone was confident and his eyes burning with pride. "The only obstacle, you say?"
"There we go!" he tossed the girl on her bed, earning a laugh from her side. "Which one is it?" she asked curiously and squirmed under her blanket in an attempt to be warm.
Alexander laughed at her actions and turned her around so that she can face him. He tucked her in to comfort her and patted her head, "Patience, love." He made sure that she was warm since it was the mid of December and Sinnoh was facing a severe blizzard.
With an intensified clearing of his throat, he took a deep breath and readied himself. Unfortunately he broke into a small chuckle as he saw a pair of bright blue eyes stare at him with anticipation.
"Dad!" she groaned.
"Sorry, I could be serious if you stopped staring!" he defended himself.
"Hmph. Fine," she pouted and closed her eyes tightly.
Her father smiled and began to sing.
Cyrus's eyes peered open in realization. "What do you mean?" he frowned and grabbed his brother's hair before tugging on it to lift his face up, "Tell me!" he demanded.
"Take a wild guess, brother," said Alexander before he coughed hysterically, his head hanging low and his voice cracking due to the harshness of the cough. Cyrus frowned and wore his gas-mask, "The air too unpleasant for you?" he chuckled loudly. "Or have your lungs been completely crushed by me?"
The blue-haired man chained to the seat breathed heavily, "The only thing you can crush is your own sanity."
His brother looked at him rather un-amused and sighed, "Mind telling me who your arsenal is?"
Alexander smirked, "My daughter."
"Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes"
Dawn smiled at the softness of his voice. She felt her worries fading away as he sung in his melodious tone.
"Dawn Alexander Berlitz, my daughter. She will put an end to this."
Cyrus paused for a moment, his mouth hung agape. Then, out of no-where, he burst into a fit of laughter, "That pathetic excuse for an offspring?"
"Save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say"
Alexander closed his eyes too. He felt himself give in to the lullaby as well. Every word laden with emotions and pride for his daughter, Alexander leaned forward to get close to her ear then he gently sung out loud.
Cyrus turned around and started to move outside the room full of green gas. "I must say I am disappointed in you, brother. To think I was expecting you to be more of a challenge in my way to divinity."
"I promised I would never leave you.
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away"
He paused and then started again.
"Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep"
Alexander panted and struggled to get a breath of fresh air, "Mark my words, Cyrus. She will find truth. She will find meaning. She will find the reason for her existence. When she does, she will make you pay."
Cyrus scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I already told you, Alex. Her place is with my other subjects, serving me through sacrifice and devotion."
"For how long do you expect that? Even of you do turn her into a monster as you are, she will find enlightenment as prophesied by Dialga!"
"When the time comes, I will eliminate her, mind you that," informed Cyrus.
Alexander closed his eyes, not letting the tears run down. If he stayed at home… if only he could see his daughter one more time and tell her he loves her and that she is something so much more, he'd die peacefully. Right now, he is clouded with regret.
"You know of my plans. You know of my ideals. I will eliminate all emotion," he clenched his fist and raised it, "I will crush all wills," Cyrus went outside, turned around and barked from the other side of the door, "I will ruin all knowledge to create the perfect world!"
"What will you gain?" whispered Alexander.
As if the words were carried by air into his ear, or he had telepathic abilities, Cyrus calmly replied, "Supremacy."
"And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay"
He sung with so much passion, all for his daughter. He knew that she was the greatest gift he could ever receive. That she must be treasured.
"And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
the water's dark
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me"
Mesprit, who had sacrificed her life to save his child, had told him so. She is a treasure.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be"
Cyrus closed his eyes and looked down, "We could have been the supreme lords together, brother. But you chose to be in alliance with those pathetic beings," he clenched his fist tighter and opened his eyes, "just because they saved your daughter?!" His eyes were fierce, he was enraged. His breathing was short and psychotic, "A mistake on your behalf!"
Alexander was in the same position as he in before. He looked lifeless. Full of regret, he refused to look up to his brother. Cyrus huffed and took out a match from the match-box.
With a short pause to regain his breath, Alexander continued with glee.
"Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me"
Instead of wallowing about how the future would be, Alexander took one last breath before Cyrus tossed the lightened match inside the room. He smiled as he spent his last minutes thinking of his daughter tonight and how angelic she looked when she was asleep.
Cyrus closed the door and left, leaving his brother inside the blazed room. His eyes were blank and emotionless, feeling no remorse for what he had just done.
Alexander was being burnt alive, but he did not care. All that was running through his mind was the sweet melody of his singing, and his daughter being at peace with it.
"Someday we'll all be gone
but lullaby's go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be."
That's it for the prologue. I hope it wasn't too confusing. I tried my best to link it with the original fanfiction and personally I did try my best. Do correct me and review if possible to help me improve. Praising can be done via PM's so I'd appreciate it if you utilize the reviews and correct my mistakes.
I bid you Adieu,
CuriousChesnaught.