So here we are. I got this idea the other day...well couple days ago and decided to go for it. So this is my first fanfic I've ever written and I'm hoping it won't be an epic fail but at least it'll be fun to write. Especially with my sister here for some inspiration. So here...we...go.

The Legacy of Luin

Prologue

The wind rustled the leaves on the trees looming overhead. There was nothing but blissful silence all around, it seemed like even the animals and monsters of the forest took pleasure in this temporary period of silence. A silence that was suddenly broken by the pitter-patter of footsteps. The figure to whom these steps belonged was now running away from something…or actually it was a lot of somethings. He weaved in and out of trees, jumped over logs like he'd been doing it all his life, which in a way he had, not the jumping part but the running away part.

The figure kept running, he never looked back, because that was a big no-no, look back and you'll either hit something or trip over a log. Experience had taught him that. So he ran as fast as his feet could take him which was pretty fast now that he thought about it, he once raced an elf through the Ymir Forest and won. The fugitive chuckled at the memory, he won a lot of gald that day. He broke through the edge of the forest into a wide plain. The plain was quite wide and was filled to the brim with wildlife and vegetation, and right in the center of it all was a house, his house to be exact.

It was a simple one-story house, a shade of green and the roof was brown. It had one bedroom, one bathroom, and a room where he cooked his food and sat by the window and watched the world go by. As you could tell this guy was pretty lonely but right now he couldn't care less about his emotional standing as he was about to have a lot of company. He broke down his front door (A shame really, the door was such fine wood) and sprinted to the part of his house where he had been sleeping for the past one thousand, three hundred and twenty-four years. As you could tell this man was quite old but if you looked at him he didn't look a day over twenty-four. Short brown hair, wine colored eyes, and a body that any man would kill to have and any woman would kill to…well, you get the point.

The man opened his closet and reached into the back to take out a bag. A simple bag filled with simple things, clothes, gald, an assortment of do-dads and watchyamacallits. He then looked to his right and looked to the spot above his bed, where his most precious weapon lay. He approached the weapon gingerly and ran a hand along the sheathe, quickly reliving a lifetime of memories where that very sword caused him to feel every sort of emotion a human can think of. Anger, happiness, grief, ecstasy you name it and he's probably felt it. He lifted the sword off its stand and wrapped it in a magical cloth he had received many years ago. He tied said sword onto said bag and hefted both onto his right shoulder. Then he took one last look at the home that he had literally built with his bare hands. He sighed and then with eyes filled with determination he grabbed a sword he had standing by the door and walked outside.

The odd figure stepped outside into the sunlight and looked out in front of him. There before him was a legion of men with wings on their backs. Angels was what the public called them, he knew them as lifeless beings. All of them equipped with swords, bows and arrows, spears. You name it and there was probably a man who was wielding a weapon. No not man, monsters. He used to be one of them too, albeit a bit more sophisticated and of a higher ranking but still, he could not run from his sins, not any more. He turned his back on the organization he used to serve and because of that they sent a legion of angels to kill him. How thoughtful. The man lifted his head up and gazed at the bright blue sky, not a cloud in the sky.

"Hmmm…" the man thought, " What a beautiful day to die."

The fugitive then looked over at the angels who were just standing there, ready, alert and waiting. The man wondered who his leader had sent to slay him, a man he had been friends with for who knows how long. The angels were parting ways for someone, he couldn't quite make the figure out but he knew before he could see him who it was. He knew because of a bond that transcended any kind of friendship or relationship, the bond of brotherhood. That bastard had sent his brother to deal with him.

The fugitive chuckled, "Well, at least he knows how to keep things interesting." the man said to himself.

After minutes of suspense, the brother finally made it past the angels and began making his way towards the fugitive. As the brother moved closer, the man got a good look at his brother who looked the same as always. Auburn hair that hung in front of his eyes, eyes the same tone of dark brown as his, he was about three inches taller than himself and he was currently in his mercenary outfit today. This outfit consisted of white shoes with purple stripes that connected to long purple pants that was secured by two belts (Even if he was his brother, the fugitive could never figure out what was his deal with belts). He wore a purple sleeveless shirt which contained two diamond shaped holes in the center of his chest. On his arms were gloves that went up to his bicep, these was purple as well. All of this was covered up by a cape that covered his arms and split apart into two at the back. Even with this ridiculous getup he still went unnoticed by people fifty percent of the time, it was the oddest thing.

The brother stopped about ten feet in front of him and for a moment they merely stared at one another, preparing themselves for what would be one of the most difficult thing they had to do, kill their kin. After what seemed like hours, the brother spoke…

"Luin." He said with no emotion at all.

"Kratos." The fugitive, Luin, responded with an equal amount of emotion.

"Luin…do you have any idea what your doing?" Kratos asked.

"Yea I do, I'm finally doing what I want to do, I'm facing my crimes brotha, and I wish for you to do the same" Luin answered with no hint of hesitation. Kratos sighed at his brother's determination, that was always something Kratos could never understand, why go against an organization that had the entire world, no worlds in their hand, simply for freedom. Kratos scoffed at this, there was no such thing as freedom, he had learnt that long ago, around the same time he lost hope in humanity and elves alike.

"You realize that if you resist…I'm going to have to kill you." Kratos said, with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"I know Kratos, I know." Luin said.

"Then tell me why Luin? Why are you doing this, just give me that at least." Kratos asked with a determination of his own.

Luin sighed and looked up at the sky, and asked himself the very same question. Then he remembered everything, the loss, the pain, the cruelty of it all. What his organization did sickened him to his core…and he was no better. At least, he was willing to turn his back on the organization, even if it cost him his life. He would not stand for one more loss of innocent life. Not again.

Luin looked his brother in the eyes and he lifted his sword and pointed it at his brother, "Because brother, I won't stand by an organization that treats life like shit, I won't stand for a man who has lost his mind in grief and takes out his anger on two worlds that are being cheated out of life. .Day. I'm going against all of you so that I can look myself in the mirror and not lose my stomach from the guilt. I'm rebelling because It's the right thing to do Kratos."

Kratos stared at his brother for a long, long time. Then he sighed and with one final look at his brother said to him,

"If you feel that way, I hope you have the strength to stand by that choice"

And with that Kratos turned away from his brother, his only sibling. Luin stared at his brother's retreating back and said loud enough so that his brother could hear him,

"Brotha, one day your eyes will be opened to the sins of the world, I don't know how but it will. When that time comes, when you realize the gravity of your sins to these worlds, I promise you I will be there for you…I promise you that Kratos Aurion."

Kratos continued to walk undisturbed and when he reached the angels that had been hand-picked for this mission, he sighed and told them the words he would later regret for the rest of his life,

"Kill him, Kill Luin Aurion."

With the order given, the angels descended upon Luin, but oddly enough he felt at peace. He felt that he had finally achieved…what did those Mizuhoens called it again…Oh yea, Inner peace. For the first time in who knows how long, Luin felt that his Ying and his Yang were finally balanced, his mind was clear and his soul was at peace. Luin smiled at the angels who looked at him with their emotionless faces and Luin began to laugh as he ran towards them. Luin was so happy, he hadn't been this happy in centuries and he wasn't about to make it short-lived. No way in hell. So as he dropped angel after angel and he parried blow after finger-numbing blow, he pushed on, he persevered. He wanted to live, live for the future he would create for himself, a life against Cruxis, a life he could devote himself whole-heartily to, a life where he could live on his own for his own.

The battle was long and it was tiring, Luin had taken three stabs, about ten slashes of varying depth and he was pretty sure he had seven broken fingers. He was tired, panting and barely standing and yet when the next angel came at him with a stab, he knocked the sword to the side and with a flick of his sprained wrist, lobbed off the angel's head. As that angel fell, two more came at him and now he was at eleven slashes but two more were added to his list of the dead. He felt a sudden hot pain in his knee and he yelped in pain as he took a hard hit to the spine and he fell to his knees. He looked up and saw the angels surrounding him slowly, they knew that he couldn't fight for longer, but he'd be damned if they took him that easily. When one angel stepped forward and drew his sword back to behead him, Luin rolled to the side and carried his sword with him and managed to take out another one but then a well placed arrow broke through the flesh of his hand and with that he dropped his sword. Clutching his hand he looked up at the archer who readied the arrow to end him, the arrow that would end the life of Luin Aurion. As the archer took aim, the most surprising thing happened. A bolt of lighting hit him square in the chest and the arrow let loose, missing Luin by inches and killing the angel behind him. Talk about lucky.

Had Martel really come to save him, had her soul somehow yearned for him to live so much that it interfered with the works of fate? He then saw an arrow kill another angel on the side and looked to the forest where an army of men, who were dressed in helmets that covered their eyes, red long sleeved shirts and long brown pants, ran out the forest and embraced the legion of angles. Luin looked all around him seeing swords slash, angel and humans alike killing each other. Luin felt quite out of place, so he found a sword and started stabbing at any angel that got to close. Hah! Take that fate. However even though his spirit could have fought ten more battles his body was heavily damaged and decided to tell Luin the old fashioned way, by making him lose consciousness. Before the comforting arms of darkness embraced Luin, he looked up at the clear blue sky and thought for the second time today.

"Man…today is a great day to die."

And with that Luin Aurion faded into oblivion. After the battle had ended, a figure with blue hair and a long flowing cape came and began chanting a spell, after a couple of seconds a circle formed around the unconscious Luin and mana began healing the most threatening wounds. This man was Yuan. Maybe it wasn't the Goddess Martel, great protector and nurturer of the earth, but it was the next best thing, her fiancé. Close enough.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed the prologue. I decided I'll do a set of prologues before to set the background for Luin meeting Lloyd and the others. Till next time.