DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Wizardess Heart+ or any of it's characters. They belong to NTT Solmare.
BTW: The story title was inspired by the song "Down With the Fallen" by Starset
Prologue
Marko Kurtman had been a mean and deceptive man all of his life. He absolutely could not stand for someone to have something he wanted, a fact that he denied until he was eighteen and witnessed Archard Durandal kiss Loretta Starfall. The second their lips touched, Marko's lips curled back into a nasty snarl.
"You ass!" He screamed, "You knew I liked her!"
"Marko, calm down. I really didn't know," Archard defended, but it fell upon deaf ears.
"You'll come to regret this," Marko threatened, his voice disturbingly calm. He turned on his heel and marched out of the academy's massive gates.
Fifteen years later Archard was found dead in front of his house by his wife and twelve year old son. That was not only the last time Loretta genuinely smiled, but the day Serge was sent to permanently live with his grandmother due to his mother's unstable mental state.
"Did you hear about Archie? He was killed by dark magic right in front of his own house."
"Poor Letty hasn't been right in the head since they found his body. Apparently she keeps asking people if they've seen Archard."
"I feel sorry for their son. Poor boy was with his mother when she found his body."
The gossip surrounding Archard's murder went on forever and just as it started to die down several years later, news of another death found it's way to the nosy townspeople's ears.
"Serge's grandmother finally passed away last week. She was sick for so long. It must've been hard to watch."
"It's been so long since he last saw his mother, but I heard their reunion at the funeral didn't go so good. Loretta thought Serge was Archard and got all worked up. Her sister won't let him see her anymore."
"So cruel."
"I heard the boy got accepted at a magic academy and that he's only going to see if he can find a way to revive the dead."
"But necromancy is dark magic, right? I hope he doesn't get hurt."
"He should know better than to mess with magic like that! Did he forget what happened to his father?!"
"Poor kid."
"He needs to move on..."
Okay, so this isn't the best prologue I've ever written, but I found out some interesting facts about Serge's name.
I started with his last name which comes from the french word "durer" which means to endure. I looked this up because I was curious as to how to pronounce his first name, which required me to know it's origin.
Now for his first name. It's the french version of the Roman name Sergius and is pronounced SERZH (think of the word surge) and it means to attend or servant.
I know that this little explanation seems random and unnecessary, but I want to reference his name's origin later in this story and I wanted to get all the technical crap out of the way so that I wouldn't have work it into to actual story.
Anyhoo
TAFFY: Review! By the way, has anyone seen my master?
