Hello! You're currently reading the author's note of the rewritten prologue of Oblivious! For those of you reading this story for the first time - welcome, and nice to meet you! :)

For those of you coming back to read the changes to this, hello again, and thanks for your continued support! I still can't believe how far this story has gotten. I never even dreamed it. So thanks so much!

Anyway, I didn't change too much of the prologue. Now that I have a more firm idea on the direction this story is headed, I've simply added a few lines here and there to show that, because, to be honest - I had no idea where I was going with this at first. That's why I've decided to rewrite the chapters, because now I can fix up things that don't fit anymore, as well as add important plot details that I never included before.

With that being said, I hope you all enjoy the story!


Pronyma hesitated in the doorway. Lord Yggdrasill always hated it when someone disturbed him. However, it angered him even more when something happened involving that girl and he wasn't informed.

Still, even if she was accustomed to risking his anger time and time again, it still didn't make her any less cautious about it. She stood there, watching him as he hovered in the spacious room, his iridescent wings beating ever-so-slightly. His long, golden hair spilled down his back like a sleek, straight curtain, and he wore the same gold-lined, one piece suit as always. Pronyma found herself staring yet again at his beauty, almost mesmerized by his glow.

"Are you simply going to stand there, Pronyma?"

She blinked, but quickly recovered from her surprise. She should have known he'd realize her presence the moment she'd arrived. He was an angel, leader of Cruxis – he knew all.

"I-I apologize, my lord, but it's about the girl."

Of course, this piqued his interest. He turned to face her, training one heavily-lidded aqua eye on her. The other was concealed by his hair. She focused her gaze on the emerald Cruxis Crystal on his chest, feeling unnerved. He was the only person who could ever make her feel like this.

"Do tell."

Pronyma didn't understand his interest over the girl. While it was true that, under her training, she'd grown to become a skilled fighter and gifted in the use of mana, she had a feeling it was something else. He kept her locked up in Welgaia, treating the Desian girl like a princess. He even allowed her to live in his castle, Vinheim, and receive special treatment. Because of him, she was completely oblivious to the true nature of the world. She understood much for the way she lived cut off from everything else, and yet so little at the same time.

"She is sleepwalking again," Pronyma replied for the umpteenth time. She tried to mask the annoyance in her voice, but feared that the effort was in vain. The girl always sleepwalked, and yet Pronyma still had to confirm her orders to return her to her room. Any time that she didn't, she was reprimanded quite harshly. If Lord Yggdrasill would just hurry and turn her into an angel, then this wouldn't happen. Angels didn't need sleep, after all.

"I see."

"Yes. So, shall I return her to her room?" She was already edging towards the door as she asked this. The answer was always the same.

"Wait."

His response stopped her dead in her tracks. Well, almost always.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Leave her be for now." Something glinted dangerously in his eyes.

Pronyma had trouble containing her shock. "B-But, Lord Yggdrasill! If we let her go, she'll access the warp point to the Tower of Salvation!" It had almost happened several times, and Lord Yggdrasill had been furious. For some reason, the girl was drawn to the tower, as if something was pulling her to one of the two worlds.

He met her with an even stare. "I've decided it's time she learned a little more about the world. I think we shall see where this leads us. She can, after all, operate seals and pathways just like the Chosen."

"She can?" This knowledge was news to Pronyma.

"In her sleep," he replied with a slight smirk. "Have you forgotten Kvar's invention?"

She did. She was forced to hold her tongue when she remembered that it was not only Kvar who'd been a part of it.

Instead, she looked at him with uncertainty. "But my lord, if this is true, then she may make it as far as –"

He cut her off. "My prediction is that she will end up in Sylvarant. Perhaps she will even meet up with the Chosen's group. That would be interesting."

"And that's what you want…?" Pronyma asked hesitantly. As always, she felt that there was more to the situation than Lord Yggdrasill was letting on. "My lord, being thrust so harshly into the world…she may grow to fear us."

His smile widened. "Dear Pronyma, she will be of no use to us locked up in this castle. Let her journey, see the world – that is exactly what I want."


And there you have it. We'll be introduced to our heroine in the next chapter.

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