I was hers the first moment I saw her. She was beautiful, her autumn colored hair flying in the winds and her merry green eyes twinkling with laughter and innocence. She was barefoot in the meadows, dancing with nymphs and spirits. But they were no match for her looks. She stood out in the crowd and I couldn't take my eyes off of that hair. That long mane of hair that flowed past her waist and almost came to her knees. It swung freely and reflected in the bright moonlight, shimmering gold and red at the same time. She looked wild and untamable, but I always loved a challenge. She was laughing and smiling, all at the same time, something I've forgotten to do long ago. She was light on her feet and danced merrily. She was so innocent, so naïve. There was not one bit of greed, not one bit of cruelty, not one bit of evil in that spry, tan body of hers. I found myself wanting to protect her from it all, from all the evil that I know is out there.
She was my opposite. She was full of life while I was the Lord of the Dead. She was carefree and innocent while I knew all the troubles of the world and knew every evil in every person's body. She was always kind and compassionate while I was cruel, stern and unpitying. She was hard to anger and hard to hate. I was easy to anger and even easier to fear.
She was my opposite, in every possible way.
I told myself so on that moonlit summers' night as I watched her from the shadows. But I was hers already, body and soul.
A/N: This is going to be a semi-short story and I promise the rest of the chapters are definitely longer than this. This is just a little introduction. Review please and I shall update!