Prologue:

When I first met him, when I first gazed upon his beautiful face, when I first saw the rays of the setting sun reflect off his gorgeous eyes, I fell in love.

It was the afternoon of the first Monday in the month of June. I sat staring longingly into the afternoon's sun, beginning to set slowly, and twilight was drawing near. A sudden burst of wind composed of dust particles and dirt whipped me in the face, quick and precise, nearly knocking me over and off the bench. It was highly unexpected in the summertime, but yet again, I did live in the middle of nowhere.

The street where I sat alone was barren, and the small houses that lined the street neatly had closed their small windows in twilight's wake. The sun was almost completely gone now, nestled behind the distant mountains and hills. I could of stayed there until my dying day, watching it set and reappear, only to watch it set once more. I could of stayed there staring at the houses lining the road, and noting their structural significance to the small town I lived in. The small town where I lived with my brother.

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My town was unknown to most of the world. We appeared a only a few times on maps, so we never got any tourists. No one ventured here except for the townsfolk wandering throughout the local bars, and stores, which were usually short on food. People who worked to help their families had to find a mode of transportation and take the hours long trip to the nearest city, Delton City. The population of the small town was well over a hundred, making it a peaceful town. The town never received any news of the outside world, neither did the townsfolk really care. When we did get news, it was usually important and major. One day, a member of the community returned from work to tell everyone some terrible news. That was when mention of the war came to town.

We thought, or hoped with all our hearts, that the war would not spread to the towns boundaries. Let's just say we hoped too much.

A man, by the name of Thomas O'Neil, raged war in our country, Entiness. He fought to salvage the land and it's bounties to his own personal use. Throughout the war, he gathered followers who felt that they had their land taking away, as he promised them many things. The town worried about their land being seized, but I worried about something worse. You see, O'Neil wanted just more than land, he wanted it to be a perfect land. He was known as the worlds largest homophobe. He would send his followers from town to town, capturing defenseless homophobes. He made prisons from the dirt of the earth that would lock thousands away, and locked them away, and tortured them time to time.

I will mention again, the town hoped with all their hearts that he wouldn't take their precious land. Me however, could care less about the land. For I was homosexual.

I have been as long as I remember. When I was nearly seventeen, I told my mother and my father about my sexual preferences. I have never seen father so furious and my mother just cried herself dry. That night, my father kicked me out of his house, and I was left to live off the streets. The only one who understood my pain and feelings was my older brother Roxas, who was so furious with my father he punched him in the face, screaming, then took me and we moved out of the city, into the quietest town we could find. We found Thamesville, and ever since lived here. That was two years ago. I have hid my sexual preferences from the town to avoid being shunned and hated. Roxas has a job at the mill on the outskirts of town, and we have enough to survive off of.

I will never forget the commitment my brother gave to me. He was there when no one else was. I just want to say thank you Roxas, for loving me.

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I began to shiver on the cold bench as twilight finally came. I was about to leave the area and return into my warm, cozy home, and talk with Roxas. We talk every night, and those have to be the best nights of my life. I stood up, rubbing the length of my arms for warmth, and started down the street, but before I turned around, something bright caught the corner of my eye, and I swung around to see what it was.

A large truck from Delton City was headed our way, on the only road leading to our town. Last time I saw one of these was when I lived in the city. It looked vaguely familiar to my eyes, but I still couldn't picture what it could really be. Even when the truck was only feet before me, was I confused. Around me, lights in the small homes lit up, and people were staring at the truck through the windows, staring and ushering friends and family to see what had aroused the town. The truck never stopped, and maintained the same speed until it touched the town, only to get a little slower. When it passed, I began to follow it. People from inside the homes all piled out and followed Sora, looking equally confused and shocked. I followed it for about five minutes, passing my house on the way. Roxas was not home yet. Odd...

Following the truck further down the road from my house, it finally stopped in front of one of the oldest houses in the town of Thamesville. Half the town was already there, crowing around the mysterious city truck. Among the crowd I could see Roxas near the back, staring at the awestruck at the arrival of the truck. I ran to him. Roxas knew everything, he would know.

"Roxas!" said I as I neared to where he was standing, "what's happening?"

"It's a mover truck Sora," Roxas explained briskly, "we have a newcomer to our small community."

Something like this rarely occurred. When me and Roxas moved here, the townsfolk told us that we were the first to move here in twenty years. I never expected this to happen as long as I was here. So I stared at the truck along with the rest of the town, and when the people piled out of it, I thought I saw an angel gazing toward me.

When I first met his eyes, when I first hazed upon his beautiful face, when I first saw the rays of the setting sun reflect off his gorgeous eyes, I fell in love.