Prologue

TIME LOG: NOVEMBER 11, 20-- AD

Two figures set huddled together, on a rock, covered by the cold night. The stars filled the dark sky, breaking it up every so often. They shined onto the quiet forest with the shadows. Off in the distance a train whistle could be heard. Life of the forest and the town close by were still active, but the two figures didn't move.

"Scott?" a beautiful soft woman's voice omitted itself from one of the shadows.

There was a little silence.

"Yeah?" the other, a man with a stern voice, replied.

"Do you promise me?"

"Promise you what?"

"Promise me that you will come back."

He turned his head to her, "Don't worry, the war is almost over. America is easily going to win."

"I don't care. You could still die. I want a promise."

The other shadow hesitated and just stared off into the distance.

"Scott Kitman I want a promise now!" she grabbed him closer.

He stared into her eyes and she stared back. All of a sudden she was weak and fragile.

"Of course I'll come back," he loosened his head and let it sink to hers.

For a passionate moment bother lovers held to the precious time that was running out. However, just then, another train whistle could be heard in the distance.

Scott moved off the rock and gained his balance and he looked back at her. Tears rolled down her eyes and she just stared at him.

"It's my time to go," Scott said very dull.

"Why do they want you so bad? I thought this war was going well."

"I'm good at combat. I'm 18, and I want to help out my country."

She wrapped herself into a little ball and continued to stare at Scott as he walked backwards.

"Hey!" Scott yelled, he was a good deal away from her, but close enough to still see her look up, "When I come back. I'm going to marry you! I promise!"

Scott quickly turned around and ran full speed down the path to the train station. She watched as his shadow turned into complete darkness and he was lost. Even though she continued to cry, a smile crept itself upon her beautiful face. She could feel the warmth of him still beside her.

After about an hour of sitting there, she decided to finally get up. She began walking down the path that he had just run before her. She could hear an owl in the distance, letting off its long hoot and flying away.

Behind her a shadow flew from one side to the path to the other. She caught a feeling of the presence and turned around, but saw nothing but darkness. After a minute she felt content and continued to walk down the path.

Suddenly the figure dropped behind her and grabbed her mouth. The girl was unable to scream because of the pressure. She tried to work quickly at the hand over her mouth. However the other hand that was free showed a dagger. It made its way quickly to her neck, cutting it deep. Blood oozed from the gash and her eyes quickly rolled backwards and all force she was giving off was gone. Her face turned blue and blood stopped flowing from her mouth. The shadow let her fall to the ground with a hard thump. The figure flew back up into the trees and made its escape. There was no trace of struggle or attack, just a young dead girl and the blood on the ground.