It had been a beautiful day, far too beautiful really. The sun, the cloudless blue sky, the animals at peace and the gently swaying trees; far too beautiful a day for something such as this. Two children stood at the entrance to the village, the older girl standing tall, the younger boy slightly hiding behind her; the villagers stared back, anger, hatred, disgust coloring their faces. The girl opened her mouth but before words left her lips, the crowd parted, an older man, wizened and hunched over, walked forth by way of a cane. They all looked to the man, this elder, their leader; the boy clenched the girl's sleeve and she squeezed his hand gently.

The man stopped and silence ruled for a second before he looked up at them. He spoke with a voice of authority and disappointment, "You two must leave Heimdall."

"Elder," said the girl, a slight pleading to her voice.

He seemed unmoved, shaking his head, "Never, never in all the years our village has stood, as I have been alive, has such a horrible disaster befallen us; you two…do you understand what entirely you have done? The damage? The lives damaged? No…no, we cannot take pity upon you, not with what you are…"

He lifted up his cane and pointed it past them, his tone firm, "You are exiled from our village. Leave…and never come back."

For a moment they did not move, either the girl nor her brother; the boy looked up at her, his sky blue eyes urged for her to speak, to correct this, to make it all better. But she couldn't, she couldn't fix what had been done, never; closing her eyes she left her hair cover part of her face, allowing only the boy to see the tears that formed in those gentle eyes. Her voice came out small, weak, and hurt beyond compare, "I…understand."

She turned to leave, the boy following slowly, still holding onto her sleeve; he looked back, frowning, searching the crowds for something. Pity? Compassion? Nothing of the sort showed on the villagers faces. Pained, he turned back around and continued walking beside his sister out into the forest, away from their first home.

The boy didn't even hear the voice cry out from behind him, see the girl who ran towards the entryway only be caught; he never heard her call his name, "Mithos!"


Vene: It's the beginning of a new story! Yay!

Nihon: Vene...

Vene*whimpers* No worries, I'm working on other things; I just got college now and rewriting Flower Snow and stuff...my other stories will be updated, promise! Anyway, enjoy this story!

Nihon: She doesn't own ToS or anything by the way; just her OCs and ideas.

Vene: If I did own it, I'd make Mithos a good guy as well my snuggle buddy ^w^ *hugs Mithos*

Mithos: Please let go...