Author's note: This appears to be a popular ship I got inspired to write on after a spell in DeviantArt. Sorry if this is out of character, but just let me get this out of my head, okay? This is loosely based off art/Under-the-Moonlight-498103341. Oh, and the first person viewpoint switches A LOT from the two characters. Thanks, R&R!

Spectrum
Prologue: Dark

Cue:Brave Frontier- Lost Palace

(?'s P.O.V)
I tread lightly, leather soles making no sound as I rush through the palace. The lighting here is non-existent, darkness shrouding my approach. The flawless black glass covers everything, the surface smooth and reflective. I quicken my pace, scarf fluttering. All the guards see is a blur, something to be dismissed as a trick of the drink.

Leap off the balcony, roll, recover. Orientate, flat out sprint.

Scythe.

(?'s P.O.V)

I swing at the intruder, slashing at the head. He neatly sidesteps, tries to grab and flip me. This is no random desperate robber; he has too much speed and skill for that. I shove, sending him off kilter for a second as I bring my scythe down, connecting with a bracelet as he twists, the beads scattering onto the floor.

(?'s P.O.V)

Thank Lucius that wasn't my hand. She's not a palace guard, looks to be a princess. So the rumours were true, and there was a second one in the palace. The next swing comes, narrowly missing my head as I duck, and I spring upwards, leaving her overswinging from the scythe's momentum and sheer weight. As she stumbles, a neat kick in the back sends her sprawling. Target's on the left. Sorry, princess, no time for this.

(?'s P.O.V)

He's vanished. Probably made for the treasury and left. While I dust myself off knowing he's long gone, my mind occupies itself with the possible reasons why I wasn't killed. According to the soldiers, there's a green chivalrous vigilante running around stealing from the rich. Sort of like that Robin something legend in History, before everything changed. "Zel Knight" is what he declared himself; though most just refer to him as Zelnite. Judging from his actions, it should be him. I won't bother the Emperor with this, not while I have my own mission. Zelnite, if that's even your name, I'll be ready if we meet again.

Author's note: Yeah, I know it's a bit short. Like, really short. Don't worry, I'm not cutting corners or reducing content or anything. Thanks for reading, and pray this doen't end up like Relations. Thanks!