Forsake This Broken Angel, Chapter 1. Intro

King Mythos' journal, passage 1 :

There are some beings that, though seen as monstrous and evil, still seek to aid those who demonise them. These ethereal people, appearing to be part animal-part human, have been documented even at the earliest stages of our own civilisations development. It is my personal theory they have existed far before we humans could walk on two legs. Yet even now my people would happily crush and destroy this intelligent race for their own selfish gain. I must do as they say, despite my heavy heart, or else abdicate the thrown to some man far crueller than I. But still this act weighs heavy against my soul.


A blood-red sun casts crimson soaked rays over a barren field. The remnants of e few burnt out trees are the only land-marks in a desolate prairie that stretches from horizon to horizon without a natural feature in sight. Well, no natural features for sure.

Ragged dawn-kissed locks frame a narrow face of the palest porcelain. Large eyes set in the small face sparkle with unshed tears in a brilliant shade of emerald, out of place in a world of charred black and crimson sand. The girl, though small in stature, has seen 15 summers go by, yet her short, hard life had not prepared her for this. She shivers under a sun that yields no heat. Dressed only in a silken black shift and ragged, dirty trousers that were once a light tan colour she lacks the energy to try and warm herself up. The thin black material is adorned with rips and tears. Both clothes covered in stains. Dark brown stains. 'Blood. His blood, her blood. Everyone's blood.' The black silk contrasts with her deathly pale skin, flawless, save one scar. 'Odou-san' Now it would be easy, at first glance, to mistake the young girl for a human child (albeit a strange one with her long pink hair). Until you looked again.

A cloud of dust rises on the eastern horizon, signalling the fast approach of a small party ridding war-wolves, beasts reserved for soldiers or guards, at break-neck speed. Black velvety ears akin to a cat's, twitch at (for humans) the inaudible sound of massive paws bounding towards her. One ear turns back to listen to the approaching threat at her back, the golden tufts ruffling in a breeze full of smells of fire and death. But still she faced the sunset, calmly watching the bloody sun sink slowly past the horizon. The small party had dismounted a small distance from the fallen, charred giant tree she sat on, bare feet dangling a meter from the blood soaked ground, back ram-rod straight. The human king, bedecked in rich robes and jewels, signalled to the grey uniformed guards and they instantly fell into step behind him, fidgeting nervously as they drew closer to the girl. Stopping just short of the huge blackened tree trunk the man of white beard & grey hair upon whose head rested the crown of the Known World (which isn't allot considering that they don't explore. Ever) felt a very real pang in his hardened heart at the sight of the lonesome child. Her bushy tail, a mini version of the wolf mounts behind her, swayed side to side, the golden tips on each hair glinting. The powerful ruler's throat went dry, the words he had planned to say escaping him, as the full impact of his decision hit him. 'Oh Lord, I have sentenced myself to hell' The stricken thought crossed his mind. In the thick silence the black tail stilled, the black ears flattened against her head. Then, into the silence came an angelic voice, heart-wrenchingly distant, almost detached, as if she didn't care. Pale lips barley moved as disinterested words caused guards to stiffen in fear and the king of an ice cold heart to flinch.

"I should kill you, you know." The quiet voice carried across the planes. Enchanting eyes slid shut as lips curved in a bitter smile. Tensed, the humans waited for an attack. "But I shall not." In a fluid motion she turned to face the baffled humans, molten gold mixing with green in her piercing stare, eyes burning something unreadable.

"I forgive you, King Mythos. Where you took everything from me, I forgive you. Where you slaughtered my people, I spare your life. Remember me, my King. Remember Sakura. For I forgive you." Words spoken in absolute truth stuck them down where swinging axes could not, cold hearts filled with anguished guilt. The wind picked up, howling across the flat lands. The last ruby rays where sinking beneath the horizon and in the recess of the red glow the six humans scrambles for their mounts, backing away in terrified awe of the girl of plae skin and hollow laughter, framed in black, her last words echoing in the empty night: "But I shall never forget!" And in the turmoil of sudden darkness the King screamed "Where are you going?" The moments of silence spun out across the pitch black plain & he had given up hope when a fading whisper mocked him.

"A Kingdom of Fire that dances and burns, where power is not just metal and bone."

Uh, my first fanfic, so please review and tell me if it passes or not. The second chapter better. Anything I could do better please say. Any questions?

Odou-san father

K.