Hey everyone. This is going to be quite a long story so please stay tuned for more chapters . Reviews are much appreciated. I take any and all critique. I am working hard on this story and will submit a chapter every 1-3 days. If I don't, please bear with me. Anyway, here is the prologue. I will be changing to first person in the first chapter, by the way.I hope you enjoy.
Prologue:
Bloodstained Snow
Kiralyn looked out across the bloodstained snow with a devastated expression. Xarcabard had played host to an unnecessary violent battle. Kiralyn was on the verge of tears. She crawled across the snow, moving around dead bodies looking for her sister, Amelina. Every body was still though and in some areas they had been piled up to form great stacks of bodies. It seemed hopeless.
Kiralyn fingered the silver and gold pendant on her neck. This time a tear fell from her eye. Her mother had given the pendant to her when she left home. She had given an identical one to Amelina, and said they had magical properties. She had explained the necklaces were spiritually joined; meaning if the other necklace bearer was in danger, the jewel in the middle of the pendant would glow red. Kiralyn stared at the jewel, but it was just a murky purple-black colour. It was normally a bright yellow. It had never been black before.
The young mithra continued crawling among the dead bodies, trying not to stare at the pale lifeless corpses. Kiralyn tried to stand up but fell right back down as her leg had been wounded by a spear. The blood flow was minimal though, and for that she was thankful. There was a sharp piercing pain in her head and it was starting to throb. Kiralyn continued on though. She had to find her sister.
Every time she saw a lilac haired mithra her heart jumped, but it always turned out to be a different mithra with the same hair. Amelina had purple eyes and purple markings. She was a Dark Knight and had black armour. She would stand out against the snow, but considering her team's colours had been black, almost everyone had black armour on. Even Kiralyn did. She was alone on the stretch of snow. The battle had gone on for too long, everyone was dead except her. She had hidden from the enemy, behind rocks and in caves until she finally lost the hulking beasts. But she had lost her poor sister in the crowd, and now she was probably lying on some bloodstained patch of snow cold and pale, just like everyone else.
Kiralyn shivered. Her armour wasn't meant to keep her warm. She stared at her fingers, now purple and rubbed her hands together. A freezing cold wind blew past, causing Kiralyn to curl into a ball and hold back tears. She wanted Amelina to be alright. She loved Amelina. All her life she had spent making sure she was alright, and she had been so foolish to let go of her hand. They had been running for cover. The beasts had been following them, hungry for a kill. She was younger than Kiralyn, and much less deserving to die. Amelina had been looking forward to a long life and success, and Kiralyn had lost her from her foolishness. Now Amelina could never achieve her dreams.
She began crawling among the bodies again, searching for a lilac haired mithra wearing a gold and silver pendant. She prayed her sister would be the next body she would lay her eyes on, or that she might still be alive. Kiralyn shook her head. The throbbing pain was still there and showing no signs of leaving. She glanced at her pendant. It was still black and murky. She had no idea as to whether Amelina was okay or not. Kiralyn sighed and kept crawling.
She finally found a ledge she could lean against and get a better view of the battle site. It stretched for kilometers in every direction. The snow was red and brown in most places. Kiralyn was looking for a glint of metal. Amelina always wore her pendant. She had tears in her eyes as she scanned the plains, but nothing came up. She sunk to the dirty ground crying. She sat there for hours until a search and rescue party came to take her back to Jeuno. They helped her onto a chocobo, but Kiralyn kept her head down in shame. She had failed at keeping her sister safe, failed at the battle, failed her kingdom and failed herself.
