I dreamed up this fic a few years ago and thought that I might as well put it up. The main character is neither good nor evil; she is doing what she believes is right. What inspired it? I'm not entirely sure, but I hope everyone enjoys it. I'm not sure how often I'll be updating this, but I'll update at least once a month. I'm pretty busy. Don't forget to R&R!
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Prologue
Midnight. A great horned owl hooted in the distance, creating an eerie atmosphere throughout the suburb neighborhood. But in the little blue house, addressed 2289, no one heard the owl as a redheaded woman grieved over her dead husband. She knelt over him, silently weeping. His blood left a large puddle of dark red in the cream colored carpet.
"It shouldn't have ended this way." She said quietly. Another, younger woman, stood in the open doorway. A little two year-old clung to her leg fearfully. Her bright orange curls made it obvious that she was the redheaded woman's daughter.
The younger woman, however, stood motionless. Her hard, viciously green eyes held a gaze of bitter pity. The waning, crescent moon shone between the clouds and into the open entryway, causing her silver outfit to glitter. Most of the cloth was silver, but the edges were a beautiful yellow gold and there was a secondary lining of simple. Yet elegant copper roses with silvery green vines. A creeping wind blew through the door way, fraying her dark blonde, seemingly brown hair.
"It will never end the right way, Melen." She said.
The red-haired woman rose from her kneeling position. "I wish he would have at least considered converting."
"He never would have," the younger woman said emotionlessly, "it was his Fate, is doom."
"Some part of me wishes that I had died too."
The younger woman's eyes looked up from child to mother. "Don't say that, you still have something to live for," she said sharply. Melen looked up at the woman in the doorway. "Your daughter."
The little girl fled to her mother's aid. The woman stroked her daughter's hair comfortingly. Her tears of sorrow became tears of joy.
"Everything will be alright. " The young woman said. She gently grabbed Melen behind the ears and kissed her forehead, the right cheek, then left cheek. "Power, Wisdom, and Courage will help you find your way."
"Thank you, Megg." Melen said as she gazed into the young woman's eyes happily. Daintily, the woman smiled back. An owl hooted in the distance.
"We must flee," said the younger woman, turning to look outside, "The hour is almost end and we have a long way to travel."
Melen leaned down and picked her child up into her arms. Together, the three girls left the lonely, blue house and disappeared into the night without any trace that they had ever existed.