Part One: Something Different This Way Comes.
Prologue
A young man kneeled at the bank of river staring down at the shattered reflection. Dipping his hands into freezing water he looked across the waterway at the skyline of the city. He would return there some day he told himself splashing water in his face running it through his long hair. Rolling up the wet grey sleeves of the robe, he stood up and turned to a friendly figure approaching.
Her dark chestnut brown hair floated around her as if submerged in water, her pale clothes wiped and swirled being held by a glittering breastplate and broken chainmail around her limbs. She had a bright glow around her that he could only describe as warm. He called Joan, even though it was clear she didn't have a name. Looking over her shoulder to a few feet away stood a line of woman and a few men of varying ages dressed in the white clothes as Joan minus the armor. They emitted a blueish glow and dared not approach the river, staying close to the three line of the forest. Within forest stood serval tall black cloaked figures wielding large scythes, sickles and spears.
Joan clapped her hands, drawing the young man's attention back to the glowing woman. She smiled and held out her hand, the young man mimicked the gestor knowing it was time for him to be tested. It was a daily event and was much, much more pleasant then the experiments done under the cruelty of the N.O. He watched as Joan's light warp and wan as a small twisting vine emerged from her palm and landed gently on his fingertips. He closed his eyes focusing on an image in his head as vibrating pluses grew in his chest. He opened his eyes once frost forming on his fingers breaking the vine, the glowing and shrouded peopled nodded and with a deep breath from the piece of the vine in his hand came a flower bud. He rode the power coming from within himself making bud bloom, the flower blindingly white buzzing with its own energy.
A smile spilt Joan's face grabbing his arm raising to the viewing crowed, who silently shared her enthusiasm. The young man stared up at her as she began to lead him up to the forest, and clam fluid movement he escaped the woman's hold. Turning back to skyline of oppressed city, he narrowed gaze inhaling the sweet scent of the strange blossom. He shuttered as he felt a spiraling heaviness in every cell of his body, and took an other breath of the flower. Watching the petals shrivel quickly dust, he exhaled a thin puff smoke escaped swirling into the distant sky.
(AN: thank you for reading/ sitting through the prologue I know it seemed pointless but it'll make scene later. the first chapter will be out in a week or two so review if you like or dislike the idea so far.)