Prologue

Story Start

Roni was an orphan by the age of two after her family's death on the night of November 5th. She her self could not remember what her father's gruff face felt like, or the smell of her mother's perfume, and of course what they looked like. Only small images of them remained in her thoughts when she really thought about it, but Roni was not one to linger on the past. She always pushed forward and tried her best when time was hard. Like the night she found herself utterly alone…

"Mama," Roni wailed in the shock as she stumbled aimlessly away from the pile of flames and smoke she once called her home. Inside that burning building was the corpses of her mother and father that where now being turned to ashes. If there was any hope to save both before, they where dead for sure now that the roaring wave of fire took the last fraction of the roof. It caved in on itself with anger, pushing out small bits of sparks that jumped out of the flames and died on the grass by the small child. Roni, still shaking in fear, felt her throat close up from the smoke and her feeble attempts to hold in the hiccups and chokes from her continuous sobbing.

Roni wiped her nose on her red scarf and looked down through blurred orange and yellow starburst eyes at the fore head protector she was able to save from the fire. It was her mother's and still, even though of the smoke, had the smell of her mother's perfume that she hoped would never fade. Her fingers could barely grip around the metal plate with the musical note on it, cutting into the second knuckle of her fingers, and leaving a small wound no bigger than a paper cut on each of them. She didn't care any more; there was nothing she could do about the death of the two people that gave any interest in her boring and lame life. She had no friends to talk to, no other family members that she knew of to come running to for support and a place to eat and wash up. This little five year old that was sitting by herself a few feet away from her burning dreams was on her own now, with no one else to guide her through life but herself.

"Don't cry Roni," She whispered to her self, trailing off by a sudden daydream much like the ones she was told to ignore by her mother. She imagined two people in dark cloths come out from the trees above, and look around the exact sport Roni was sitting in on that moment. Normally Roni was to ignore these "day dreams" as she put it, and do nothing, but after the words her mother had uttered to her as she died made the child jump up and sprint down the grown over trail that led to the main village.

"Roni, when you see this "day dreams" again, I want you to listen to them and do what they say okay?"

With her mother's weak and dying voice, Roni jumped to her shaking feet and raced down an over grown trail that her father had carved out a long time before she was born.

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A gloved hand rested on a small patch of freshly bent grass outside the burnt patch of ash that used to be a home. Two men dressed in black sighed and glanced at each other angrily, nodding and looking around for any sign of the small child that lived there. Each of the men where very well built and with dark colored hair, but what was most stunning about them was their orange and yellow starburst eyes that seemed to glow slightly. The tallest, and presumably the leader, stepped forward and examined the patch.

"She just left." He stated, holding a hand to his fore head and rubbing his temple to relive the slight head ach and frustration he had obtained during this mission of murder. The other growled in anger, slamming his fist into a nearby tree.

"Damn it! We came all this way just to kill Eriko, and for what? Her tainted Daughter runs off alive! This won't settle well with the head branch…" The 2nd in command slammed his fist again in the tree with force while his leader took in a deep breath.

"They won't know, that child can't take care of herself at this age. And the main village takes three days to get there on foot. She'll die of starvation and dehydration before she even gets out of this district." The leader grumbled in his low voice. His team member nodded in agreement and let his hand drop to his side. Apathy took over the man's want to track down the "tainted child" and kill her like he did her parents.

"Fine, lets just, go home okay."

To be continued….