Hello and welcome to my crazy-ass world- yes there is a language warning. I don't Own any characters, or anything i borrow from the story line- that all goes to Jess and Jason- the amazing minds behind MCD. I do however, own every single one of my O.C's- and let's face it- i made them all because i ship myself with so many of the characters- well, and my little sister with one of them- anyway, this is an OC oriented story. thanks for giving it a shot! Cannon parings include: Aarmau, Travlyn, and Dante~Chan (only because they're already cannon and married...) and that's really it, if this were a My Street story, it'd be Zane~chan, but... yeah, i both hate and love Zane in Diaries... anyway, enough of my babble- Read and Enjoy, if you have any comments, please do.

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PART 1- THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Through mistakes made in blood, and deed not done right,
the end will draw near as the pretenders' plight
Not by choice of one shall the village fall,
but by death's hand the bell shall toll

And one by one, by them change shall befall
the greatest, the five shall heed the call,
the start of the end cannot be stopped
though they try, and through that, it is wrought

Destiny's five shall fall one by one
The Prophesy started by the death of the silent son
The fates will strike; the Chosen's will shall take its flight
Side by side with the northern child of darkness and light

First Prophesy made by Leopard, fifty years before the awakening of Phoenix Drop

Chapter 1

One Year After 3-year time-skip, Unknown Location,

Wyvern

Exhausted, covered in blood, and wounded, the young woman with the dragon mask slowly made her way through the lush jungle She hissed in pain as she walked- or, nearly dragged herself along. The agony of the many injuries that littered her body nearly made her lose her balance more than once. She grasped at the trees and Liana vines that littered the forest until she came to a stop.

Panting, she let a pained grin flicker under the mask as eyes nearly the same color as bedrock scanned the tangle of vines in front of her. It looked to be a large, jutting mountain in front of her covered with the large vines. She reached out and drew away the lianas to reveal a small opening in the side of the mountain. With a tired sigh, she continued her way.

She'd clean up the blood trail she'd left later. She followed the nearly invisible path into the mountain and behind a waterfall… until she made it to the small clearing. Like something out of a fairy tale, the small meadow was like a little garden- roses and other fragrant plants and herbs grew there, making a beautiful haven surrounded by large trees and vines, complete with a set of springs in the area- one that was naturally cold and good drinking water, the other a hot spring, naturally heated from the lava flowing beneath.

Though she knew she was alone- the concealing spell she'd placed on the area was a strong one- dark, storm cloud grey eyes warily scanned the area. Satisfied that she was alone, she started the slow, agonizing process of undressing.

Bloody, ripped fingers reached to the clasp that held her thick, crimson travelling cloak closed, and clumsily unclasped it, the heavy, bloodstained material landed with a soft sound onto the grass, for the first time, revealing bright hair containing all the colors of a sunset. She unsecured the mask that was held to her face, and the fearsome dragon-etched in red lacquer on ivory fell with the cloak.

Discarding the mask was something that none of them did very often, she looked down at the dragon mask with a mixture of relief and anger- it had been her life since before she could clearly remember. They called her Wyvern, and the nickname suited. However, she wished that she did not live in the mask. No matter, she thought, now, she had other things to attend to.

She unbuckled her shoulder guards (why, oh, why did she have so many buckles) and whimpered. The metal fell to the ground as well, followed by her boots (and laces were just as bad as buckles), and then her black leather tied pants. She sighed as she struggled with the fastenings on the double-breasted leather vest-style corset, followed by the now ragged, long sleeved, white shirt -well, now it was more red than white- which finally-finally joined everything else.

She hissed as she slowly lowered herself into the naturally heated pool, groaning as the water engulfed her. As she relaxed in the water, she took stock of her injuries, wincing as she realized that she'd have to sew some of them up herself before she could move on.

As proficient as she was in witchcraft- a skill learned from an early age as soon as her mentors realized that she had the capacity- she did not have any healing magics- that she could use easily, anyway, and definitely not on herself. Instead, she reached for her medical pack, and pulled out the whiskey that she kept for these cases, and took a swig, and proceeded to thread the roll of silk thread through the needle.

It burned like the fires of the Nether, though she kept her hand steady- the whiskey had dulled the sting, if only a little- as she sealed the flesh back together. She did not stop until the job was done. Satisfied with the (albeit, very painful) result, she settled back into the water- this time to truly relax. She sprinkled herbs and oils into the water- used for disinfection… and easing sore muscles- as she bathed.

For nearly an hour, she stayed like this before rising out, bandaging her stitched up wounds and re-dressing. She had to return home (though she hated to call it that), where she could get healed. Still weak from her injuries, she made her way out of her little oasis- she called it this even though it was located in the jungles of this region. Not far from her village. Actually, she made a point to come once a week- providing that she was home to do so.

The gates of the village rose above the greenery as she made her way deeper into the forest. "Home at last, Wyvern… welcome." Hearing her codename, Wyvern smirked, inclining her head to the other masked woman. "Crow," she responded. "Death has found you well?"

The other woman snorted at the formal greeting. "As it nearly did for you, I see. By Ishtar, what did you do?"
Wyvern shrugged at Crow. "Took on an entire group of elite guards. Not much of a choice, as I was caught on my assassination attempt…. They all died. I really had no time for their shit."

Crow barked out a laugh. "Well, that's one way to do it…" she snickered, before she sobered up. "Lioness wishes to see you." She told the other woman. Wyvern winced. "Shit… looks like I'm in trouble…" she murmured. "Well… you did kind of screw up…"

"I did not. I killed the guy… I just… killed his guards and the best of his knights as well."

"You were only supposed to kill the one, though."

"And I did. He's dead. Since when does anyone care?" Wyvern muttered, annoyed. She shook her head. "No matter, it doesn't do to keep Lioness waiting." Crow chuckled as she watched the older woman leave to find Lioness. "True…" she said to the air.

Wyvern knocked at the elder's door- Lioness had been Wyvern's mentor, and one of the few who knew her true name. The mask hid her face, as she opened the door, but that didn't matter, because she knew that as soon as the door closed, there would be no formalities besides the use of codenames.

"Lioness…" she muttered. The woman snorted as she took off her mask, and pinned the younger woman with a look. "Not long ago, young one, you did not address me so formally." The woman smirked. Her face deceptively young, though a scar from a knife cut through her eye, which was a murky, pale blue with blindness, while her other eye, a whiskey brown sparkled.

"I didn't think about it…" Wyvern smirked. "I'm a little woozy from blood loss, you know." Lioness raised an eyebrow as she examined the young woman. "So, you are. Perhaps we should take a look at those wounds before you go off to your own home.

"Yeah… I was going to do that…. I'll be honest, I'm not too fond of walking around with a bunch of injuries… It's just a little… painful." Lioness roared with laughter, as she started to heal the girl. "How was the job?"

"Oh… so you… you hadn't heard about it...?" Lioness quirked an eyebrow through the bright, white light that signaled the use of healing magics. "No, Wyvern… I haven't… though I suppose that it has something to do with this rather alarming amount of injuries you have…"

Wyvern cleared her throat. "Uh… I fought... his entire guard…" she mumbled. "They caught me…. So, I really didn't have a choice…"

"I taught you better than that…" Lioness frowned. "How in the Nether did you get caught?"

And there, Wyvern thought with a wince, was the crux of the damned problem. How had she gotten caught? It had been like they'd known that she was going to be there, and she'd followed the corrupt bastard for about two weeks. Another reason she'd taken so long. It usually took her mere hours to take out a target, and yet, this guy had been surrounded from sun up till sun down, and even then, he hadn't been alone.

So, when she finally thought that she had a chance at him, she'd taken it- wanting nothing more than to rip the idiot's throat out for making her wait for two weeks. However, as soon as she'd tried to take him out, he'd had guards bursting through the door, and then, she'd been forced to fight them all, just to kill one man.

She said as much to Lioness, who's frown deepened as the story progressed. When Wyvern was finally done recounting the situation, the older woman made a humming sound. "Yes, it does sound as if they were tipped off. That being said… You did the best you could in the situation. Any longer, and the Elders would have sent someone after you."

"Aren't you an elder, Lioness?" Wyvern drawled, a smirk on her face. Lioness scoffed. "Hence why someone would have been sent, hatchling." She returned. Wyvern winced. "Why do you insist on calling me that?" she muttered.

"Because you insist on reminding me of my age." The other woman drawled, finishing up with her healing. "Now, go to bed. You've got a nasty case of blood loss, which under any other circumstances would have been fatal- if you hadn't sewn yourself up, you'd be dead." She pushed the young woman along, toward her door. "I'll have someone send you some soup over. You wouldn't be able to keep anything else down."

Wyvern nodded. She knew that Lioness was right. Just some of the wonderful symptoms of hypovolemic shock. She made a face as she walked to her house, ignoring the dizziness that she'd had since before returning to Heriotza village… right up until she got home, where she all but dragged herself up the stairs and fell into bed.

As she lay in bed, recovering, she reflected on the job that she'd just gotten done with– somebody had to have tipped off the target prior to her arrival- there was really no other way to explain this turn of events. She growled as the realization struck her. She turned over in bed and turned out the light

Sleep, she decided, was best in this situation. It was really all she could do right now.

Okay, that's the first chapter... again, read and review. these first five chapters are the introduction, and will be short... er than the rest of the thing. anyway, this will hopefully be cross- posted on AO3 eventually. If you wanna check that out, I will let you know when its up there.

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