A/N: I came up with this Nuada/OC a couple days ago. As it's my first one, please, if you have any ideas, please tell me!

Prologue

It was dark, and Nuada couldn't see or hear a thing. He tried calling out to his twin sister, Nuala.

"Nuala!" he cried out subconsciously, "Nuala, it is me, my sister. It is Nuada. Can you hear me?"

He heard a reply, but it was faint, as if it was coming from a far distance, "Nuada. Yes, I can hear you, but just barely. I think our connection may be fading."

It took a second for Nuada to realize what she was saying. They were dead, but their connection stayed for a while. But it wasn't going to be like that for much longer, "Nuala, my sister, I am sorry for everything that has happened."

"And I, too, am sorry for the situation we are currently in, my brother."

The connection faded, and Nuada grieved for his sister, his companion. It was then that he heard the voice. It came as if it were from a far distance, "Now that he apologizes for what he has done, let us see if he can forgive the human race and learn to love them, as if they were a brother."

Nuada woke up, and saw those horrible BPRD agents. He reached for his dagger, but he heard a voice yell, "He's alive! Shoot him with tranquilizers! Now! He may be armed and deadly!"

He felt a sharp pang in his hand, and he fell again into a deep sleep. But as he slept, he wondered how is it that he was still alive, and how would this affect the connection between him and Nuala? He knew, though, that he would have to wait until he woke up to find the answers. And, of course, destroy the human race.

These were just little things, however, compared to the troubles and agony Prince Nuada would soon have to face.

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Chapter 1

Melody's POV

I ran my fingers over the wound, trying to see how lethal it was. It was deadly, in fact, and any normal person would have died from such a wound. Of course, this was no ordinary person. He was an elf, as I was told. From the kingdom of Bethmora. Oh, yes, I had read many books about this great ancient kingdom.

I sighed, somehow, this elf had died and come back to life. But how? I started to address the wound. When you're a doctor working in the BPRD, there is no such thing as a normal day. I was actually more than a doctor, I was also a cryptologist as well.

The BPRD didn't want to save him in the first place, but I pointed out to them that his twin sister was innocent, and the only way I could break their connection was by healing the both of them. I had finished with his sister, and was now working on the brother.

He was quite beautiful, in fact. Not by our standards, maybe, but he was. He had long, silver ha pale white skin, and a muscular body. Guessing from his body type, he was into martial arts. The warrior type.

Just as I finished stitching up his wound, his eyes burst open, "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in my office, mister," I said calmly.

"It is not 'mister'. I am Prince Nuada, Silverlance! Now let me go!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Silverlance," I said, "But as my patient, you must stay here until your wound heals."

He ran toward the door, trying to open it, "It's locked!" he said, sounding surprised.

"Yes. The BPRD told me that you were deadly, so I had the door locked so that you won't escape."

He pushed me into a wall, "Let me out!"

"No, you can't!" I replied. This enraged him, he slapped me hard.

And that was a big mistake.

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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! Please R&R ^_^