"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end.
But even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice."
The wind carried these words through the night sky, and flipped through the pages of the old leather-covered poetry book, as it was released and fell freely. Upon crashing on the floor, it startled a group of watchful crows, who eerily took flight and circled around the area.
It was time.
"I'm sorry. I'll pray for you."
Bring peace to it...
For how long have I been doing this…
Her left hand trembled, as was usual. She always had needle marks on that arm when she woke up, probably because of some treatment. But that wasn't just it, this time. Something was off. And not knowing what frightened her.
I can't recall…
She grabbed her left fist with her right hand, trying to stop the shaking. It worked, but not completely. She gazed at her hand, but her inner thoughts were interrupted by the intensifying signals. They were getting stronger and stronger as she jumped onwards, over the rooftops, through the light rain that little by little soaked the land.
It's close, I must-
-what?
The signals suddenly vanished, and her Soul Gem fell into a quiet slumber. Alarmed, she sped up and rushed down the street and around the corner, but there was nothing. It was gone, without a trace.
No one could have got here before. I would have known.
She walked around the empty street, lightly touching the cold, concrete wall with her left hand. What had just happened was a mystery to her, so she looked around for anything resembling a clue. She could see nothing, but as she walked forward, a truck cast its powerful lights on what lied ahead of her, revealing an unpleasant sight.
There was fresh blood spattered everywhere, forming ripples on the surface, dripping from the walls. A window on a second floor, to her left, opened. A child popped its head out, just to run back inside with a loud cry as it witnessed the blood spattered on the windows.
Was I... too late?
She closed her eyes in disappointment, and after a moment of silence, threw her hair back, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness of night.
A/N
Alright, a short prologue, maybe too short, I know, but I want to start off easy. Though it is definitely not my first story, it is the first here at FFN, and, well, it's a whole new level, you know.
Anyway, I hope I didn't pulled any flops on such a short chapter. I am Portuguese, after all, and thus, without English as my first language, I'll always be subject to some random blunders. That said, I am pretty confident about this. Stay tuned.
And if you recognize the poem, don't worry. You won't see black feathers here.