[I would like to apologize for the lack of sense this makes. This is a PROLOGUE, it's the start of something very large, (Of which this particular story is only a very SMALL part,) that no-one needs to read all of.]

[Let's just get a few things straight: (Three Things You Should Know About My Writing Style.)

1. I ALWAYS follow the story-line. I add things, but I never take them away. I twist things, but I never take them away, never change them. This is important, so you should know in case it's not your thing.

2. I ALMOST ALWAYS write what you guys call 'Het' or 'Gen'. I'm not really sure which one best describes it. For anyone who doesn't know what that means, (That was very recently me, so don't feel bad!,) Het is basically a romantic relationship between two people who are opposite genders. So, your general style.
Gen, on the other hand, is a sort of neutral style where Pairings aren't the main focus. So like I said...But it's probably a cross between them.

3. I'm 'Not exactly Traditional'. So if you have aversions to any of these three items I'm going to list as a sub-category of this section, you should stay away.

3./1. Men being anything other than manly. (Likewise women being anything other than feminine.) I believe in humanity of all people, that means men are as subject to crying as women, and women can break things and hold back, too. (I have a friend who thinks that men do not sob. They break things instead. My opinion is that they can do both.)

3./2. OCs of any kind. I consider mine to be well done, and beg you give her a try, but if you REALLY don't like them, please stay away.

3./3. I haven't thought of that yet, but I will.]

[And that should about do it for now I THINK. I will try to add more.]

Prologue

Not so far away from where this story begins, the spirit of a twelve-year-old girl is lost in darkness. A darkness so complete it's all she can see. It seems that it's swirling around her though, like her eyes are still closed. Like she's still dreaming.
She's wondering what is happening, why this darkness surrounds her, when suddenly, she hears a voice in her head. "Hello." Many voices, but they speak as one. "Who are you?"
The girl tries to scream, only to find that she no longer has a voice to scream with. "What's going on? Where am I? Kathy!" She screams, but this time in her mind. "You are dead," the voice in her head calmly replies. "You are no longer connected to a world. Who is this person you speak of?" "I'm what?!" She thinks, desperately hoping it's not so, yet at the same time, realizing the sense it would make. But she can't be dead yet. She has to save Kathy.

"Dead," they reply, in that same, calm voice. "Who are you? And who is this 'Kathy'?" "Who are you?!" She demands, frightened that they seem to hear her every thought. "We are the ones responsible for what happens to you now. Although we cannot say we hold much hope at the moment, in the worth of your abilities. What is your name?" "Alegra," the girl replies, feeling that she doesn't really have a choice. "That is because you do not," they answer to the unspoken words. "And we think not. What is your real name?" "That is my real name!" "Your full name, then." If she could be, the girl would be glaring at them. "Princess," she mutters, hoping against hope, that these thoughts, they won't hear. No such luck. "How interesting," they reply, and now there is a sense of amusement in their ringing tone. "Well, if you'd had a crazy Elven mother that for some inexplicable reason, decided to-!" "And the rest of it?" They ask, raising their voice above hers. She fumes silently for a moment, before replying. "Alegra Zelda."

For a moment, there is silence. Then, "How interesting..." They say, but this time, their voice trails off, as though there is more to the thought that she can't hear. "What?" She asks. Again, the sense of pause. Then they reply, "Interesting that you should have such a name." "Why?" The spirit can't resist asking. "Because, a long time ago, we knew someone with the same name, more or less." "What happened to them?" She knows she should stop asking questions, but she can't resist knowing the ending. "The same thing that might yet happen to you." "And that would be?" She thinks, just a little afraid. "She died," they say. "And was reborn."

Immediately, there is a sense of alertness in that swirling darkness. "What?!" The question comes sharply, and quickly. "You heard us," they reply, a slight amused edge on their voice. "She was reborn." "So I could go back?" The girl thinks at them. "I could find her, save her?" "Well, that depends," they say. "On what?" She asks. And this time, they hear only determination in her thoughts. "On what exactly you are willing to do to get that chance."

There is a pause in which the girl wonders briefly what it is they could possibly want of her. "What do I have to do?" She asks. "Good answer," they say, approvingly. "So?" The girl asks, impatiently. There is a slight pause. "You must agree to work for us," they say. Even in death, even in grief, the girl is smart. "And what would this work entail?" "What you seem to be very good at already," they tell her. "Not giving up."

"Not giving up on what?" The spirit asks. "On...People." But something about the way they say it gives her pause. "Exactly what...Kind of people?" She questions. There is a pause, then, "The kind of people which...Others, might give up on. That you would then need to...Help." "Help in what way?" "We already told you." They sound slightly annoyed. "In not giving up on them." The girl pauses, considering. Then, "Hypothetically," she thinks at them. "Why would I be giving up on them?"

"Hypothetically," they reply, this time sounding almost amused. "They might have done some...Things..Which you would need to be able to see past, and...Help them, if you can, in...Not doing those things." Again, the spirit pauses. "So what you're saying," she thinks, slowly. "Is that in agreeing to work for you, I agree to take on these...Assignments, shall we call them? Hypothetically. Which are...Less than savory people..Which I would then try to influence..Into being...More savory people?" She sounds incredulous. "Not...Less than savory, People," they tell her. "More..." And here they pause. "People who have done..Less than savory things. Which we would then assign to you because we believe you can turn them around." "And how would I do this?" "We believe..." They trail off. "Yes?" The girl asks. "We believe it could be done by you simply...Being you." They sound almost surprised by this.

"So all I'm doing," the girl begins, skeptically. "Is agreeing to try and help these people you assign to me, by being myself, but keeping in mind that I need to be more open to whatever faults they might have?" It's the girl's turn to sound surprised. "Yes," they reply. "And in return," she continues, almost guardedly. "I get the chance to find, and help, Kathy?" "Yes." The spirit of the girl hesitates only for a moment. For her, the answer is simple. "Yes."

[I hope that this makes sense enough for you all.]