Disclaimers: Pita-ten will never belong to me, no matter how hard I try, and besides, why ruin a great story-line? Oh wait, I've done just that. New characters belong to me unless otherwise said and… yeah.
Notes: AU fic. What more can be said? Hope you enjoy.
---Within the Shadows---
---Prologue---
Many, many centuries ago, there was a land where everything was at peace and all living things co-existed happily. Or, well, as happily as one could, seeing as there always were the odd problems here and there, but they were small troubles; nothing that couldn't be taken care of in the end.
The three main races in this land were the mortals, the angels and the demons. All other races – like the elves, dwarves and gnomes – existed, but the majority consisted of the three. Each separate race division had their own powers and special qualities, but they also got along quite well with one another and lived at a peaceful level which would, in the future, be envied by everyone else.
Each race had a representative of sorts: the one being who would join up in important meetings and hear things out. They argued, fought, contradicted each other, but they would always reach a pretty fair conclusion in the end and it would be back to square one.
Peace.
But, like all good things in the world, there just HAD to be one being who wanted to create chaos and hate over all. To make them fight each other and shed blood, pain and misery, and there was nothing they could do about it. They didn't even know what was going on until it happened, and by then, it was too late.
The world was then split into different 'planes' or 'dimensions', sealing up against one another so that no one could pass through them, yet the connection remained. A thin line which reminded them that once they were together and happy; but that was all over. It was in the past.
Never again would they live in harmony: to be able to meet someone of an entirely different being and to greet them in a friendly manner. No, it was too late and they could never say that they were in the wrong. Why would they? It was not them who caused the trouble in the first place.
They still had no clue as to who had been behind the chaos in the first place, and maybe that was the worst of it all.
Mortals soon came to forget that angels and demons existed.
Angles became so pure and right beyond compare, they were expected to do only "good".
Demons were soon labeled as "evil" and were distanced by all.
No one, by then, could remember that once they had been one. It would never happen again, and it would always be this way. They all despised each other to the brink of destruction, and the balance between worlds continuously tilted from one end to the other. Peace or pure destruction. Life or death.
It was all a matter of choice.
Even after so many years, the hate grows, and the fighting has never ceased once. Many of those who know the truth no longer talk. Who would believe what they had to say? Why would they listen and would they care?
More than likely not, but that is not the point now. Two of the main races continues to wage war upon one another, wanting to prove the other in the wrong and be more superior. That in itself is a worry, but that is not all.
Angels and Demons fight for no reason.
And the mortals are caught in the middle.
That was where it all began…
000
I never could understand what this all meant. I mean, why were we fighting against those who had about the equal amount of power as we had? What was the reason behind this and what was the point? Would there ever be an end to it? Was there any point in this anymore?
There is no reason for us to act this way and, although I may be still young, even I know that this isn't right. Something is so very out of balance and I don't like it one bit. Why? Why did it happen?
What is going on and why? I no longer understand.
Where is the answer to this?
Can you not hear the pain?
Why did it end up this way?Can you remember the time before?
No one knows, no one speaks, no one listens. I wonder how many more will be hurt before we come to truly understand.
Do you not know what is going on?
000
Maybe I am being a fool, as I have been told many times prior, but my innocent curiosity leads me to these, and I no longer understand this battle that we are fighting. Or why we are fighting it in the first place.
We are all being hurt by this, and no one seems to care. They just want to defeat the other side and prove something to them, but I know not what. I mean, there is no reason to fight, and yet that is all they do. They argue, they yell, they cause blood to spill.
It will never end, will it?
Did you know the truth from the start?
I want to know what is going on. I want to see what they will gain from this needless bloodshed in the end.
Can you say that what they are doing is right?
I never could, I never would; all I want is to see peace and happiness once more. It had never happened for as long as I have lived, and Klaus will not say a thing to me.
What truths are being hidden away?
Why is it that we fight? What is there to see at the end? Mere corpses on both sides? And innocent mortals killed for no reason?
Why will no one speak?
I suppose I should not ask so much, but I cannot be helped. Maybe this will help me find the answers; and then we will know.
Can you handle the truth?
000
Whenever I speak to my friends about it; they laugh at me. They don't believe a thing I say and I think they're scared of it. I know I am, but what can be done? And the fact that other people have reported on seeing them as well, I suppose I can't be the only one considered insane.
Fighting all around us; unexplainable accidents and deaths. No one seems to be able to find the answers around us, but I know what I see, and that's not a good thing.
Two sides: fighting in the middle – here.
But they don't seem to care a bit about who's getting hurt in the end. They don't seem to give a damn at all, or a thought of who they hit and destroy; they're too into their own personal fight that if someone gets in the way, they'll get rid of it: permanently.
Makes me wonder, then, as to why I'm not as scared as I should be.
Perhaps it has something to do with me being able to see them all the time; why, I have no idea, but my personal mentor seems to see them as well and we help each other along the way. We learn how to avoid getting caught into a fight we can't get out of in the end, and we know what to expect.
But no one else is like that, so they don't know. They keep getting hurt and there's more fear than one would expect. Something about terrorism, but I suppose that doesn't exactly lightens the mood either, does it?
How long has this fight gone for?
I do not know.
How long will it be before it end?
That's all a matter of guesswork.
Will there ever be a victor in the end?
No good will ever come out of war.
Why does this happen?
The blood of the innocent is all you need to know.
To know that this is all wrong.
000
Three different beings with their own different points of view…
Three different ways to see the world…
Three different planes; two fighting, one the battlefield…
…And pain; lots of pain.
When will it end?
No one knows…
000
… So what does everyone out there think? Hm?