Prologue
"Xerxes!" the golden haired maiden cried. Her seraph prince was slashed at the shoulder, making it numb with pain when he hit the floor. The malignant Aros grinned with delight to see his enemy throbbing on the ground. Aros then quit smiling. Slowly getting up, left hand on his bleeding shoulder, Xerxes smirked. "Is that all you got?" he said, in a quivering but calm voice. The maiden princess, Melee, stared. Aros took one step back before he would strike, like a viper and its prey. Before he attacked, he simply said, "Pitiful." Aros stroked Xerxes in a speed of light, this time he hit Xerxes' chest. Once again, the seraph prince hits the ground; dropping his sword in ache. Melee widens her eyes in fear that her beloved might have been dead. She ran over to him, she checked his heart-beat. He had little life now. Melee's crystal tears were flowing; each landing in Xerxes' silver colored hair. He opened his eyes very little to see Melee's face and smiled. "I'm alright, Melee..." He whispered. "There still is some fight in me..." Xerxes wanted to fight still, and tried to get up, but the pain was too severe. Meilee whispered in despair, "We've lost, Xerxes. You are feeble and my magic has weakened by him." He stared at her in shock; he couldn't believe what he just heard. In dismay, he accepted this ordeal. Xerxes put his head on Melee's lap and touched her face with his almost cold hands. Melee bent her head over to kiss his soft lips. "I love you Melee." He Said. "I love you Xerxes." She Said. His pulse was dwindling more now and he closed his eyes. Melee cocked her head at Aros, who was chuckling to himself. "Shall I put you and your beloved out of your miseries?" He scoffed. Melee closed her eyes and nodded, holding the dying Xerxes close. Aros raised his sword above Melee's head and said, "Fare-thee-well." Melee's last tear fell and everything went white.
"Xerxes!" the golden haired maiden cried. Her seraph prince was slashed at the shoulder, making it numb with pain when he hit the floor. The malignant Aros grinned with delight to see his enemy throbbing on the ground. Aros then quit smiling. Slowly getting up, left hand on his bleeding shoulder, Xerxes smirked. "Is that all you got?" he said, in a quivering but calm voice. The maiden princess, Melee, stared. Aros took one step back before he would strike, like a viper and its prey. Before he attacked, he simply said, "Pitiful." Aros stroked Xerxes in a speed of light, this time he hit Xerxes' chest. Once again, the seraph prince hits the ground; dropping his sword in ache. Melee widens her eyes in fear that her beloved might have been dead. She ran over to him, she checked his heart-beat. He had little life now. Melee's crystal tears were flowing; each landing in Xerxes' silver colored hair. He opened his eyes very little to see Melee's face and smiled. "I'm alright, Melee..." He whispered. "There still is some fight in me..." Xerxes wanted to fight still, and tried to get up, but the pain was too severe. Meilee whispered in despair, "We've lost, Xerxes. You are feeble and my magic has weakened by him." He stared at her in shock; he couldn't believe what he just heard. In dismay, he accepted this ordeal. Xerxes put his head on Melee's lap and touched her face with his almost cold hands. Melee bent her head over to kiss his soft lips. "I love you Melee." He Said. "I love you Xerxes." She Said. His pulse was dwindling more now and he closed his eyes. Melee cocked her head at Aros, who was chuckling to himself. "Shall I put you and your beloved out of your miseries?" He scoffed. Melee closed her eyes and nodded, holding the dying Xerxes close. Aros raised his sword above Melee's head and said, "Fare-thee-well." Melee's last tear fell and everything went white.