Prologue

Winds rushed at the woman as she descended to earth, her sleeping daughter in her arms. The skies fading to darker shades, she landed upon the outskirts of a small village known as Farego. The woman of angelic decent, placed her spirited child down on the doorstep of a poor seamstress named Midna. When the child awoke she sat there lone in the cold, her silver hair billowing behind her, as she waited for her mother to return to the unknown place she was meant to stay in. But the mother never came back for her compassionate young ling.

"Mommie look!" cried a young spiky haired brunette. The small male fluttered his pristine white wings. He pointed to a small flower that had sapphire petals. Of course it was blue. The boy loved the color. He was absolutely fascinated with anything that was of the gentle color. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It is darling. It is very pretty."

"Hey! Bro! Look at this flower!" cried a boy identical to the first. He pointed to a flower consisting of crimson petals. This boy was slightly different from the first. He was drawn to anything that could be considered dramatic or dark. He loved the deep hue of red.

"My flower was prettier!" wailed the first.

"Was not!" argued the second

"Was to!"

"Boys, calm down, the flowers are equally pretty." declared the mother of the twins. The boys were competitive as always.

"I'd say I have to disagree with you miss." A man with dark hair and blood red eyes stalked up to the woman and her two children. "The red one is way more enchanting than the blue."

A chill made it's way up her vertebrae. The woman turned and gasped, "Suracai."

The man smiled at the mention of his kind's name. "That is correct young Icarus. Say, I'm a little famished and those children do look delectable. How about you hand them over to me and I may let you go free."

"No." The mother shoved her children behind her. Their souls would not be taken. "Boys, I want you to run away as fast as you can. Don't let this man near you. I'll try to keep him away for a while."

The twins nodded their heads, then took off sprinting. They had no clue as to what was happening but they knew that the man was bad. They could sense it. So they willingly obeyed their mother's orders to run away from the scary man.

But soon the man was nearing them. Where was mom? They somehow knew that the man had done something to her. But neither stopped to confront the man, knowing full well that he planned the same fate for them.

One of them tripped, the boy who had pointed out the crimson. His brother watched as he was tackled by the man. And then he heard the agonizing screams as the one who adored the crimson flower had his soul sucked out of him. The remaining boy watched as the man laid his brothers limp body on the ground.