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Prologue: Death and Life

A young boy ran across the clouds. Yes the clouds. This may seem a bit unusual but if you knew who the boy was and what he was capable of it was not that unusual for him. The boy who was really not that young with an appears that would place his physical age at around the age of seventeen but in reality the time he had spent living was longer than five thousand years. The boy did not know for sure how long he had been living his life but he knew that he had been around for a very long time.

The boy was not very tall he was fairly tall but not one in comparison to other seventeen year olds and was very skinny as in he should be blown away by the wind skinny. His light green eyes sparkled with amusement and joy as he ran over the cloud his white starlight hair blew in the wind blowing the lose flying strands of his hair back.

The boy then jumped off of the cloud that he was currently running on and did a summersault in the air before flying down to the little grove of trees that he had spotted down below him. Clouds were fun to play on and everything but trees provide more of a challenge to the boy. The boy landed with ease on one of the trees that was closes to a clearing. Up on closer examination the boy realized that the clearing that he landed beside was not a clearing at all but a very wide road.

The boy tilted his head and studied the road curiously. What were the mortals calling roads like this now a days? A car zoomed right past him. Oh yes High Ways. He decided to stay up in the tree. The technology of the mortals never ceased to fasten him. They were even more fascinating than anything magical that he had experienced in his long life.

The boy noted that there seemed to be far less cars passing him then on the other days that he had stopped by a High Way and he enjoyed the long silence between the passing cars. Then the boy heard something that was most disturbing to him.

At first it sounded like any normal car coming to pass by the tree that the boy had perched in but it ended much differently with the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal.

The boy quickly turned his head to see that one car had hit another. The driver of the first car however did not stop after hitting the second and kept on driving forward sending the second car into a barrel roll off of the road but it did not stop there it continued to push the car through the ditch on to the other road were a third car came and hit the second one head on.

Finally after a few more pushes all three cars came to a stop.

The boy just stayed in his tree unable to move. What he had just witnessed was defiantly the worst thing that he had ever seen which was saying a lot considering that he had seen a lot of bad things in his long life.

After what seemed like hours of standing there looking onto the wreckage when really it was about ten minutes or so he finally flew out of his tree and towards the three wrecked cars.

He first stopped at the car that originally caused the accident. Something that looked like a white pillow filled the front of the car. He saw the male driver in the front seat mone and move his head slightly. Luckily he was the only person in the car.

The boy then moved on to the second car that was hit in the accident. The car was tipped over on its side all of the windows in the car was smashed with the roof caved in. The boy moved on to the driver's side door and looked through the window. What he saw was defiantly the second worst thing that he had seen that day and possibly in his life.

Immediately looking through the window he saw the bodies of two people one was in the driver's seat and the other was in the seat behind. The boy looked down and closed his eyes mourning the death of the two. He had seen more than enough dead to tell just by looking at them that they were dead. When he opened his eyes he saw something else that made his heart break. It was another body.

This one was of a girl, a young woman to be more exact. She had been sting in the front set passenger's side, the side that was currently on the ground. The boy could see a pool of blood collecting under the girls head staining her light brown hair that was done up in a braided half ponytail with a silver ribbon braded though it. She wore a light blue sweater that was zipped up blood stains scattered around it including one that was right about were her heart was and another that was on her right shoulder. Around her waist she wore a silver skirt that shimmered it the little light that was there over her skinny jeans. Around her neck she wore a necklace. The necklace appeared not to be anything to special it was a silver spiral cage that held a white semi clear stone.

The boy took a long look at her face. Her eyes were closed and her skin was pail. Her glasses hung off of her face at an odd angle. If the boy did not know any better he would have assumed that she was just sleeping.

The boy flew through the broken window and landed besides the body of the girl. Ever so gently he gathered her cold body up in his arms. He could feel the tears start to form in his eyes as he cradled the girl against his body.

He felt a sadness that he had not felt for a very long time. Not since the girl he had loved died. Even though he never knew what the girl had been like he could tell that she was kind hearted and did not deserve to die at such a young age.

He started to stork her hair. He could tell that she had probably been the first to pass probably only seconds after the car had hit them. Looking at the damage the boy assumed that it had hit right where she was sitting. This meant that she did not suffer much. This gave him little comfort.

The boy wished that he had been there for her. To easy her pain just a little like he had done centuries ago for the girl he had loved.

His tears started to fall from his eyes each one rolling down his check and then falling onto the forever sleeping face of the girl before rolling down her check.

The boy looked closely at her face again and tried to place her age. She couldn't be any older that maybe eighteen nineteen at the most still too young to die. He then looked at her closed eyes. He could not help but wonder what colour her eyes had been. Another one of his tears fell and rolled down her check.

The boy then looked up to the sky and he could see the tiny sliver of the moon shining in the pitch black night sky. It was then when the boy did something that he really ever did. Speak.

"MiM old friend," the boy began in a deep voice that did not seem to match his completion. "I know that we have not spoken in a while but I call upon you to help this girl in any way you can. I know you will agree with me when I say that this girl did not deserve to die, not like this and not at this age. Please help her. Please."

The boy looked at the girl and hugged her tight. Another one of his tears rolled down her cheek followed by another and then another after that.

Minutes passed and he was beginning to doubt if the Man in Moon was going to help this girl or not. But he still did not leave the girls side placing his tear stained check against her cold for head. The boy closed his eyes for a moment but when a light appeared in the car he opened them again. A single beam of moonlight shone through the brooked window and he was staring into the face of a moonbeam. The little creature seemed to smile at him as it chirped a greeting in its language a language that the boy understood. The boy then glanced from the moonbeam to the girl silently asking if there was anything that it could do for her. The moon beam just smiled before diving into the girl's abdomen.

The boy looked at the spot that the moon beam had dived into. He noticed now that her whole body seemed to glow with the moonbeams other worldly glow. Slowly he noticed the girl's skin tone start to darken, warmth being brought into formerly cold body. The moonbeam was healing her from the inside out. The boy held the girls now warm hand and stroked her hair. Her spirit was no dote going to feel pain as it entered her and he wanted to eases her suffering even if it was just by a little.

Then the boy felt her body jerk in his arms as she inhaled sharply, her first breath. The boy held her tightly listening to both her breathing and her heart beat. He felt her hand move and squeezed his own. He widened his eyes in surprised but in hind sight he did not know why. He guessed that it was more of the fact that she could touch him that surprised him. Being him he did not get much physical contact with people. Most people just walked through him. Reason? Because he was not believed in by many people. The boy squeezed her hand in return then smiled when he felt her squeeze his.

Her breathing was evening out as her healing was coming to an end. A minute later the moonbeam remerged from the girl. The boy gave a look that asked if she was alright. The moon beam nodded before flying back to the moon. The moonlight in the car also faded as things returned to the way that the boy had found it, except this time the girl was alive.

The boy looked at the girls face and his jaw felled open in surprise. Her face was different from before. It wasn't the fact that it was different that made the boy feel this way but the reason why it was different. One her face there was several white marks that looked like scars. Five white lines decorated her checks. Three on one check and two on the other making it look like she was crying. On her forehead there were several little white special that looked like stars. These markings had been caused by his tears. Personally the boy thought that the girl looked a lot prettier with them but he had no idea on how the girl would react to them.

Then he noticed something else the girl's hair had changed color from a light brown colour to a blood red color. It reminded him of . . . he quickly pushed that thought away.

The boy gently placed the girl in a sitting position agenised one of the seats. He traced the markings on her face with his figures. He pulled his hand away when he heard the girl mone. Her head loped over to one side as another mone escaped her lips.

Slowly her eyes began to open. She blinked a few times her eyes not focusing on anything at first. She looked as if she was waking up from a dream but the boy knew better. Then her eyes seemed to focus on him. He held his breath hoping with all of his heart that she saw him but he knew that she would not. Then her eyes widened as she looked right at him.

"Nightlight," the girl said.

The boy's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly flew off.

"She saw me. She saw me," the boy thought as he flew through the air. "I cannot believe that she saw me! How did she see me? Wait. . ." The boy thought as his excitement from the girl seeing him quickly faded as another question entered his mind. "How did she know my name?"