The night of Venice was yet another peaceful night. The moon light reflecting off the calm water along with the lights joining in. Many fabulous houses line up next to each other. It was the time of the night when most of the lights inside buildings were out, but one wasn't. Inside one of the rooms inside that house was 31 year old Viola sat up in her queen sized bed. Taking the last sip of her wine, she turned the page of her novel. Her scarlett red velvet nightgown matched the blanket of the extremely comfy bed. Taking her thumb from the center of the pages, she placed her index finger in the same spot and closed the book. Moving her body to the left she placed the now empty wine glass on her nightstand. She returned to her sitting position back in the middle of the bed with her thumb back at the center of the two pages.

The sound of little footsteps entered her ears as she looked up. Standing at the door was three children, two were boys, and the other was a girl. The boy on the left was seven years of age, having white hair and blue eyes. The other boy in the middle was eight, with dark brown hair and red eyes. The girl on the right was six years old, with both white and dark brown hair, and had eyes mixed of blue and red.

A smile appeared on Viola's face as she put a boomark on her book and placed it beside the wine glass. The kids took this a sign and joined her on the bed. The girl sat on her lap as the each boy took one side beside her.

"Hey sweeties." she said in a lovely peaceful tone. "I thought you three were going to bed."

"We want to hear a story." the youngest of the three requested.

Her mother of the three smiled softly. "Which story do you want to hear?"

"The story about how you met Dad!" all three said at once.

She gave a small chuckle but on the inside her heart was breaking. She would have to describe every moment and word the best she could. Normally a parent wouldn't tell a swear word or adult content, but her children were well aware that they were going to learn it one day or another. Plus they were the most behave any parent could have. She always got compliments on how well she teached her children to give full respect. But she'll leave the extreme adult content out. "Alright, I'll start from the beginning..."


CHAPTER 1: A Fated Meeting

"Your a lier!" one of Viola's many customers said to her. Being a fortune-telling was never an easy job. Most people that showed up didn't believe in her-so it wasn't unsual that she was treated with disrespect.

"I'm sorry. But it is the truth." she talked the truth but with poor motivation. Her customer left in a storm. The fortune-teller just sat and watch, then when her customer was completely gone she closed up for the night. She headed to a nearby bar, which she admitted wasn't a good idea. The bar was the only place she can remember during her travels that getting drugged would be easy. She ordered a glass of wine and sat down at a table that was the furthest from the other people. Her eyes scanned around the room. She could clearly see that the bar it self was not very well taken cared off and the people looked shadey. The white haired woman then decided to have her wine then leave.

Grasping the cup with her fingers she raised it up to her mouth and started drinking the liquid she liked. First she felt fine, then her vision became blurry. This never happened to her before so it's obvious she's been drugged. "Should've seen this coming..." her eyes slowly closed as a couple a grins appeared on some customers faces'. With little time remaining she stared down at her hands which were violently shaking. Everything in her vision turned black and her body fell to the floor.

She awoke in a dark room with only two oil lamps on a table. Her back was against a wall as she tried to move but realized her arms along with her legs were tied up. She could see her captores talking.

"What shall we do with her?" a blonde haired man asked. "She does have a nice body..."

"We'll sell her for a good amount of money." a bigger man replied. He must've been the leader...

"Well at least let's get some oral pleasure from her." a redhead said. "I'm sure she can give good head."

"Heh, sure." the leader agreed. "I'm sure no one will notice anyway."

The redhead eagerly got off his seat and went towards the white haired fortune-teller. He stopped in front of her and unzipped his pants to reveal his manhood to her. "Your going to give me a special treat before we sell you."

She kept her mouth closed and refused to do such a disgusting manner. He kept pushing it forward, mostly hitting her cheeks.

"Come on, open up!" he told her, yet she didn't listen. The man grabbed her nose hoping she would open for air. A minute passed as no luck seemed to come out but yet he didn't let go. It wasn't til her mouth opened that her captor fell to the ground. Shock but fatefulness filled her as she could see a knife in his back. All attention went to the door as a man of the same age as her stood there.

She could see he had short untidy hair, with a black cotten shirt and leather pants with boots. On his back was a massive sword. Must've been a claymore. The light from the door she couldn't tell what color his hair and eyes were. The blonde guy ran up to the unexpected vistor and attacked, but was blocked and stabbed with another knife. Viola's eyes looked at the knife in the redhead's back, but her mind was still a bit hazzy and muscles still weak from her drugged drink.

"Who the hell are you?" the leader said, backing away.

"Go." the man commanded. "Go and if you ever do this awful crime ever again, I'll be after you and kill you."

"Y-Yeah. No problem." the leader ran out of the room. The young man walked over to the redhead and took back his knife. Viola who is currently helplessness with fear closed her eyes and awaited for Death's Door. The dark brown hair man cut the rope around her legs and placed a hand on her shoulder then moved her upper body to the left. With that he cut the rope that bind her arms together.

"Don't worry." he said calmly. "I won't hurt you."

She opened one eye to see his smile. Something about him... Seemed weird to her. Like she knew him from somewhere. His aura was friendly and trustworthy.

"Yes. Thank you." she was now standing up on her own feet, but the effects were still in her body.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes." was her answer. Using the wall as her support she slowly walked to the table where here weapons was. She picked up her ring claw and orb.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" the man asked. By this Viola was at the door, gripping the wood.

"Yes. I don't need your help."

"At least let me escort you to your next location at least."

She agreed and told him her next location was the Free Imperial City in the territory of the Holy Roman Empire. Surprisingly that was the same place he was going to. They left the town with the full moon high in the sky and continued their way to the city. Not knowing the unseen danger that was following.


Sorry for the short chapter but the reason is because I want people to at least get a grasp of what's to come.