A/N: Decided to finally write this. It's been on my mind for quite a while. All the chapters are going to be fairly short, but there'll be a lot of them. I hope that this story pans out. It's playing nicely in my head.

Fair warning: For those who know me, you know that I sometimes write graphic gore scenes. This is one of the stories with graphic gore. Please heed my warnings. Rated T, yes, but I'm sure a lot of you teens watch gory anime. Not going to limit it. But, fear not, if there is romance, I don't write smut, so yeah.

I'm writing this on my palm pilot, so if you have one, you know my frustrations. Short chapters, but lotsa them. Promise.

Enjoy! Review if you like it! :D

-Mayris

Prologue

Up the mountain she jumped. On and on. Fatigued, starved, and driven mad by truth. Her reasoning no longer made sense. At this point, she was driven by bloodlust and sorrow.

This powerful emotion refilled her soul with life. She was already condemned. The rush was amazing.

She could still feel the King's blood running over her fingers and splattering over her face. The blood of all those Cleyrans. None of them escaped alive, or so she hoped.

Never in her life had she imagined she would slay her own people. Of course all of Burmecia knew by now.

She soon stood at the threshold of a large, intimidating castle embedded into the rock face.

Her footfalls barely disturbed the ground as she began to ascend from the skies.

The highest tower was her target. Jumping from the second-highest perch, she crashed through a large window. A single, elegant chair sat in the center of the room. Its occupant stood, seemingly startled.

Without a word, she lunged forward, lance slicing like obsidian through the darkness. Pulling it back, she sliced toward the shadowed figure whom effortlessly jumped back, floating in midair.

Tauntingly, he moved in and out of range. She screeched in frustration, thrusting the edge a bit farther than her normal reach.

The tip grazed his outstretched hand, leaving a small, bloodless cut. Growling, he struck back relentlessly. Spheres of energy warped before him before shooting straight for her.

Their force knocked the woman off her feet and she flew into a pillar. Guiding her fall, she twisted her arm out of the way, landing with her weapon raised in poise.

She lunged again, but vanished before reaching her enemy. Confused, he glanced about. She was no where in sight.

Silence filled the room. The man closed his eyes, letting his senses take control. And then he smiled.

As the woman leapt from the rafters, he looked up and raised his arm. She let out a pained yell as the ignition of the mage flame sent her skidding to the floor from the force.

The man approached, standing triumphantly before the defeated heap which was that of Freya Crescent; the treacherous Burmecian.