Okay, you're probably wondering, wtf it this?! I don't know. It's just a random little story from the depths of my crazy imagination. I've been wanting to write this for a long time, so...yeah. I have to admit, I'm kind of bored with Memories. It's kind of...meh. Don't worry, I'll go back to it later, just wanted to take a break. Because my busy, monotonous life is kind of...not ideal right now, so yeah. XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid, Rin, or Len. Otherwise Rin x Len would be canon.


Prologue

"RILLIANNA LUCIFEN." The priest, cloaked in grim black robes, bellowed in a deep voice that boomed over the crowded arena.

Bound tightly to the wooden stake, the young girl whimpered in pain. Clad in nothing but a tattered, blood-stained dress, her knobby knees trembled with fright. Her crudely chopped, matted blonde hair swept over her grimy face, and the girl's once beautiful, porcelain skin was covered with an intricate design of cuts and bruises. Under the searing heat of the glaring sun, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

"You have been accused of witchcraft. Our witnesses have provided solid evidence for this. DO YOU CONFESS THIS TO BE TRUE?"

All eyes immediately snapped to the girl, who opened her mouth silently. When no sound came out of her dry throat, she merely nodded.

"Did you, or did you not, perform witchcraft on one of the King's most trusted knights, Allen Animare?" The priest demanded.

Again, the girl nodded. Suddenly, she made a strangled gasp and coughed up blood that dribbled down her chin and onto her filthy dress.

"SILENCE, WITCH!" he roared, disgusted at her hacking coughs. "YOU HAVE MURDERED ANIMARE. DO YOU CONFESS?"

The girl gulped nervously. Then, she slowly raised her gaze up and stared unblinkingly at the enraged man. Strikingly out of place in her thin, sallow face, her icy cerulean eyes were as dark as a moonless night, yet as bright as dazzling stars.

"I…did not." She finally whispered, in a soft yet piercing voice.

The priest's breath caught. As the back of his neck tingled, he saw that the girl's shadow was unnaturally dark.

As an abnormally chilly breeze swept through the area, the spectators shifted restlessly and whispered to one another.

Regaining his authoritative composure, the priest briskly paced up to the girl and loomed threateningly in front of her. "LIAR! Those who DARE to work for the Devil against the church deserve to perish most painfully. You have uttered your last lie. BURN IN THE EVERLASTING FLAMES OF HELL!"

Cheering raucously, the crowd began to hurl stones at the girl, all the while jeering insults. But she still fixed her eyes, unwaveringly, on the priest.

"…I'm sorry. Not about the sea of darkness flooding into my soul, but of the last remaining shard of light that was crushed."

With these words uttered, the sun shone no more. Sinister and foreboding, the girl's shadow became so dark that it blinded those who attempted to look. As it silently offered her unspoken words of both grief and hope, beautiful black wings spread gracefully to the night sky.

"Al…len," the girl mouthed with parched lips, as her unseeing eyes searched in vain for the boy whom she loved. "I…" Then, she disappeared.


Sorry for the shortness, me is busy/lazy...

Who do you think the girl was? Who do you think the boy was? ;) FYI, that scene was a flashback from someone's memories, and it took place in...I don't know, medieval France, around the time of the Black Death...? Allen's last name, Animare, is Italian for soul, I think. Or something like that. :3

Please review everyone, and stay tuned for Chapter 1: Witch Girl (Len's POV)! Thank you!

~Rikasa