Lunar: SSSC: Dark Angel
By: Melissa McClendon


Prologue

21 years ago


A pair of cobalt eyes quietly watched under a soaked black hood as
each light slowly went off in the library of Vane. She silently lowered her
eyes, almost afraid to gaze upon the man about to emerge from the building as
she wiped away some of the rain that had dripped through her hood and onto
her angelic face with her tiny hand, not noticing that some of it was blood. (
If not for her... I would not have come back...)
The doors finally opened, causing the shrouded woman to draw back
against the wall in fear, cradling the tiny and remotely dry bundle close to
her, praying **he** would not see her. (I should not have come back here... I
should not have brought her here... He'll easily know its his... I never
could lie to him...) She gasped when he finally emerged from the library,
drawing his hooded robe close, hiding his long silver hair...



Present Day


(Ghaleon?!!...)

Mia shot bolt upright, gasping for air she had feared wasn't there
as she broke out in a cold sweat. Nash slowly rose up, stirred from his
peaceful slumber the second Mia panicked. Rather sleepily, he wrapped his
strong arms around her and hugged her close to him, trying to sooth her the
best he could. It was several minutes later when Mia finally relaxed against
his bare shoulder, not even realizing she was crying. " Oh Nash..." She
whispered against him.
" What is it, my love?" He inquired, tenderly brushing back her
ebony hair.
" There was some woman... A warrior... She was in so much pain...
Mentally and physically... She was dying and I could feel everything she
could... She was trying to protect something... Something precious to her...
Something she was willing to die for..." Mia couldn't bring herself to tell
him anymore... That woman had died in Vane...
Nash absent-mindedly began carressing the bare flesh of her arm and
back as he eased them back to rest against the pillows, pulling the blankets
back up to protect them from the bitter cold air. " Maybe it was just a bad
dream, dearest. You've been under a lot of stress lately... "
Mia smiled and snuggled against him. " You're probably right... "
" You'll leave all your worries behind in Vane when Alex and the
others get here tomorrow ."


Exact time unknown, atleast 23 years ago


The woman jumped up in fear when she heard approaching footsteps in
the distance. (By Althena! How many of them are there?!) Securing her
shortswords to her hips and sais to her boots, the woman glanced around with
her cobalt eyes for a safe haven from the approaching enemy. (I can't last
much longer... There's too many!! When are the four heroes going to arrive?!!
Damn them! Who needs them now?! I did their work for them!) She grinned when
she eyed one of the old statues of Althena, decrepit and partially hidden by
a large willow tree. (Excellent.) With lightning speed, she launched herself
into the air and vanished into the leaves of the willow tree covering
Althena's upper half. Preparing for anything, she drew her sais and quietly
watched as a silver-haired mage approached.
Ghaleon silently surveyed the battlefield with his usual detached
manner. All of the monsters had been destroyed with deadly accuracy, causing
him to wonder if the peasants were hiding something. (Something's not quite
right here...) He yelped in pain when the woman dropped down on top of him,
rendering him unconscious when the woman hit him on the back of the head with
the hilt of her sai.
She stood up and dusted herself off, sheathing her sais. (Sorry
about that... Whoever you are.)
Lemia gasped when she finally caught up with Ghaleon. " Oh my!
Dyne, Mel-"
The minute the second mage appeared, the woman had begun a silent
incantation. Her cobalt eyes shot open and she flung her arms out as liquid
ice began to materialize around her. " Ice Lance!!"
Lemia was knocked back into a nearby tree, landing with a loud
thump. She quickly jumped up, prepared to retaliate. She cried out when she
felt that the ice was now enveloping her body. In another second, she was
locked in her own icy tomb.
The woman nodded slightly, she hadn't wanted to do that, but it
wasn't like it wouldn't melt soon anyway. The worst that could happen to her
was catching a little cold.
Dyne and Mel reached the forest clearing seconds later. " What the
hell?!"
But there was no sign of their friends' attacker.