Alright, this is the totally revamped version of the first chapter of my really crappy story! (claps) Yay! It's going to be mostly the same, but with some… Major differences as well… But don't worry! Those changes won't detour from the plot at all! It just makes things easier for me! But...My GOD my writing freaking SUCKED back then! ... Now, on with the story! R&R please!

Prologue: Wish Upon a Star

"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."


~ Terry Pratchett

There wasn't a sound that reached her ears and yet so many that were loudly ringing. Darkness cast shadows all around her, closing in and suffocating her. There was no light yet the moon shone overhead. Nothing was aware of what was happening to her, but then…no one cared, did they? No one ever cared, not since she was born, so why start now?

Shaking away such dismal thoughts, she peered out from the dark in which she lived, piercing the shrouds of night with such intensity. Carefully, she peeled herself away from the wall of the alley when she saw her target.

Swiftly, down the narrow passage from one street to another, she slid around the corner without a thought. Her eyes flickered for a moment as she locked on the form of her intended prey. One chance…

He gaped, staring at her as she approached him from the shadows. "What-" But never would he be able to finish his question and never would anyone know what his dying words were, but him.

A bright light flashed in the darkness and she watched with dull eyes as the dark liquid fell to earth. For a moment nothing happened and then his body fell, collapsing to the ground beneath him.

"May death grant you something that life could never; solace." She murmured before turning around with a click of her heels. Easily, she spotted the eyewitness; a lowly hobo who chewed on a discarded chicken leg.

Their eyes locked for a moment before she looked away.

"Doing things you don't like isn't a way to live." The man said.

"It is, when it's all you can do." She responded after a moment of hesitation, looking at the man pointedly before leaving him to munch on his prize in silence.

Down, down, down, that was the only direction she ever seemed to go. She had once been told stories of people who went down for a while and then found their way up. But they were just that, stories. That didn't happen in real life…

But it did, it did for him. He was the lucky one, the one those stories are told about.

A dark scowl formed on her face as she clenched her weapon of choice. Before her thoughts could drag her even farther down the Slide of Destruction she lifted the phone from her pocket and flipped it open.

"The deed is done and I am returning now." She said into the device, scowling as she slipped away into the night, hiding from any prying eyes, especially those of the hobo.

Shutting the phone, she cut off communication and paused for a moment in the mouth of an alley, looking up to the sky, hissing from the bright light that seemed to attack her. There, like a disgusting beacon, calling the lost back home, was the tower she had begun to despise the moment she had come to this city.

It was a despicable creation that promised nothing but darkness and despair.

She had never understood why people nearly bowed to their knees in worship to it whenever they passed. While they offered gifts of gratitude, she spat.

Many times she had watched those who lived in the tower, watching them and what they did. Her eyes were trained to catch the slightest details, things that normal people missed. She saw more than anyone else ever would because those people of false smiles and fake masks were beings of evil. They only appeared to help the citizens when they merely do so for the pleasure of the people's praise.

It truly surprised her to no end when she saw just how blind people were. They couldn't see the things that she could because they chose to close their eyes to the truth. But she saw and she knew better than they. She knew what people were capable of and she knew better than to trust the people of the tower.

One day, when the world would need them most, they would vanish from sight, hiding away like the cowards, like the dirt they were.

Especially him, the one she eyed the most. He was the worst of them, hiding even more, running at the first sign of danger, digging others' graves for them. He was a creature of death and dismay and she'd seen him in the act when he tricked others into thinking things they shouldn't.

A master of trickery, that's what he was. He was nothing more than a lying scoundrel, a monster of deceit and false statements.

For the sake of the people, she'd show them just what these hollow statues were truly made of, what was truly behind the masks they hid under.

Turning her back on it, she no longer bothered to stop her fall into the dark abyss, so long as it promised salvation from such a place as this.

Blood dripped from her hand. She took no notice as she slid away into the dark pits of her life and her home, into the waiting arms of the world that protected her from dismay and depression.

This was her life now and always would be. She'd make him see that. Wish when there is nothing to wish for.

Wow… That was a lot darker than it had been when I first started this story years ago! But then, I was younger when this story was thought up! And now that I'm older and redoing it completely… It'd be no wonder why it's so dark, would it? …Don't answer that, please. It may not make any sense right now, but it will later! …I hope… (hides away before getting pegged by tomatoes)