Disclaimer: I do not own 12sky. I have only borrowed the names and places. A BIG thanks to those who did create the game. Couldn't have written this story without it… Maybe I could, but it wouldn't be the same. I got the idea when playing 12sky so…

Any how… I hope u like the story :)

Prologue - Betraying the clan

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason

The war between the clans had always been and would always be. This story will not change anything, except maybe one hopeful soul among all others.

One rule, no different between the clans. Never showing weakness to another clan, for weakness was death. But our Guanyin warrior did not meet death. Her fate was another.

War had not been new to her. In Amhang her blade had been stained with the blood of hundreds of Fujin and Jinong demons. To death she was not a beginner. She had seen what price you paid for showing weakness and therefore she had learned not to show anyone the feelings of doubt and fear in her heart. Her heart had forgotten the warmth of a smile and her eyes the feeling of tears. Little did she know that the fire that had faded inside would be fuelled again by one most unlikely to do so. Her experience in the war had led her to the Samji Islands. There she would meet her destiny in a pair of crimson red eyes.

She had stumbled upon him in Samji, a wounded man hiding. His eyes had looked on her with fear. There had also been a silent plea in his eyes. But years of hate and war can not be erased by a look. She had raised her blade to finish him of as she heard a sound from behind and turned to face a Fujin warrior. She realized that death just had knocked on her door. Her body froze and all she could do was to stare into the soulless eyes of the Fujin woman standing in front of her. Her body would always remember the feeling of the Fujin womans katana piercing through her body, even though the hit never came.

She knew it was wrong. That it would never be accepted. That he would never be accepted by her clan, just as she would never be accepted by his. Still every time he held her in his arms, it felt so right and there was no place she would rather be.

If anyone ever found out what she had done, she would be banished. She knew that. But when she was in his arms, nothing mattered. Not her clan, not the world. All there was then was the beating of his heart. When laying in his arms she never regretted the day she had healed his wounds, instead of piercing her sword through his throat.

Back then it had been only a "thank you for saving my life". An act of mercy. She wasn't going to owe a Jinong demon any favours. Later she had regretted it, for she knew she had shown weakness to the enemy. Her goal had been to strike him down next time she laid her eyes on him.

However faith had other plans for her. She had been sent on a mission to Yongu, the only place where the clans were not allowed to fight. The only place where peace was being kept between the clans. But in the cloak of the night the fights roamed even there. Later the council had issued a curfew, stating no one was to wander the streets after nightfall. But at this time the curfew hadn't been put in motion and the bodies found each morning was counted in tens.

When she had finished delivering her message, her eyes had fallen on the Jinong warrior, whose life she had saved. Away from the battlefield his armour wasn't covered in blood. His face not stained. She had moved closer, followed him around the marketplace. She got so close she could sort out his voice from the crowd. She could hear his laughter. It was nothing of what she had imagined. It was soft and warming. She caught herself smiling at the sound of his laughter. Then he had looked up and their eyes had met. It had shocked her to see such honesty and warmth in them. She had turned and walked away.

Only when she had walked away had she realized that the sun was setting. Knowing the dangers of walking the streets at night she had decided to find a place to stay. She would have to find the gate master the next day.

Once she had paid the small fee for the room, she walked slowly up the stairs. Even inside you had to be cautious, and sleeping you did with one eye open. She had only opened the door when someone had shoved inside and then closed the door behind them.

She had felt the edge of a knife to her neck and a voice saying how he never thought they would have ever met again. Then telling her to turn around. She had done as she had been told and turned around slowly. Her eyes had first stared at the knife that now threatened to cut her throat open. Then she had raised her eyes and met a pair of crimson red. The knife had been lowered, but before she even noticed that his hand had gripped her throat and pushed her against the wall. Even though there had been great strength behind the grip, it hadn't cut her air supply. The man standing in front of her had started by calling her witch and ordered her to release the curse she had put on him. All she had done was stare at him. A silence had risen between them and was only broken by the light thump when he stabbed the knife into the wall, only an inch away from her face. Then happened something that would forever change the faith of the two warriors. He had leaned down and kissed her.

Soooo... let me know what u think :)