So here's the new prologue, sorry for late update but I'm having computer problems and I always hope for at least 2 reviews before I update but I'll update anyway because I'm not one of those cruel authors who demand 5 reviews and refuse to update. Anyway, tis prologue takes place directly before the battle. I apologise for the shortness but it is only a prologue. The epilogue will be up by tomorrow hopefully.
The blue eyes staring back at her seemed unfamiliar, unrecognisable. The long haired beauty felt that those kind, innocent blue eyes didn't belong on the delicate face, they seemed to foreign to suit the soft, white skin of the woman.
The name of the gorgeous woman staring at her refection in the pond was Diao Chan. A woman who devoted herself to three, now four, things - dance, song, her stepfather and the forth and newest devotion was her mission.
At only nineteen years old, one wouldn't expect the beauty to be so skilled at deception or seduction but it came so naturally to the pretty, young lady that it frightened her. Diao Chan was a woman of unequalled beauty and dance, it also didn't hurt that she was a extremely talented songstress.
Her mission was to drive a wedge between Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, the goal was to tear their relationship apart and have Lu Bu kill the tyrant. It wasn't an easy task and it had many risks but she had managed to avoid suspicion so far.
But it was pure luck, she had many threats, those included Li Ru, Dong Zhuo himself and any generals that had a decent sized brain to figure out her ploy. Though, almost all of Dong Zhuo's generals only seemed to have less then half a brain.
Shrugging off these thoughts, her attention returned to the pond. She had changed her outfit recently to better fit her role of seductress but that was not what bothered her. The dancer could only wonder if her blue eyes would go from pure to tainted and her soul from kind to no soul at all.
It made her sick wondering if she could possibly change, she had never wanted to be involved with the chaos of this land and she never thought that she would ever have anything to do with the tyrant Dong Zhuo but her Father had been so desperate and scared that she could only offer to help. It was the least she could do, she owed Wang Yun so much.
Eventually, her attention once again drifted off. But this time it wasn't about herself, it was to a fortune teller. An old, kind looking man or possibly sorcerer though she highly doubted magic existed and was one of the many to believe it was just nonsense.
Standing up, she had decided to ask about her fortune. "Excuse me, but could you possibly see my future. I really want to know and I'll appreciate it." The old man smiled kindly at her, a spark was in his eye and she couldn't help but wonder is she had possibly seen this man before. "Of course." Came the response as Diao Chan allowed a smile to grace her face.
"I see, with one of beauty that when compared to the moon causes it to shy away in embarrassment. There will be many betrayals of the heart in your future, you must overcome them all if you are to complete your destiny." Predicted the fortune teller but before Diao Chan could say anything, purple smoke surrounded him and Diao Chan could of sworn she saw a crane fly away from the smoke.
The answer had been vague and not at all what she had wanted, but the prediction lingered in her mind and she could only think of what he meant by betrayals of the heart. It was too vague and she didn't like it one bit.
The air had become cold and Diao Chan was aware of the fact that snow was beginning to fall, she shook. If only her clothes provided more warmth but she knew that it wouldn't matter anyway, she loved the cold and snow. Snow was so white, so pure and she could only love it.
Wandering the streets of Luoyang, she came across the blacksmith. It wouldn't hurt to have a look around, considering the only weapon she owned was a mostly decorative gold dagger that she kept hidden.
Everyone weapon was so beautiful, it was clear that they had been polished, cut and forged to perfection. One weapon in particular caught her eye, a chain whip that had been named Phoenix Spine, a name that if she had to be honest made no sense at all to her. But what did she know about weaponry?
A soldier screaming attracted her and everyone else's attention. "The Allies are coming! We're being attacked!" The Allies? She gasped out loud, but her eyes sparkled with determination and something in her changed.
Eyeing the whip, she turned to the blacksmith, with a voice of an angel she asked. "How much for 'Phoenix Spine?'" The blacksmith laughed and gave her a look, one she presumed that he was hoping was attractive.
"For a beauty like you, absolutely nothing! You planning on being an officer?" He winked, Diao Chan forced a blush and a smile. "Oh, nothing of the sort." She lied, graciously thanking him as she ran to the pig- er Dong Zhuo. In order to gain his trust, she would perform her dance of death.
