Hello readers, It's Nisa-Chan again. I am FINALLY not writing a Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic, instead I'm writing a MAR fanfic. No news for now so on with disclaimer, summary and prolog.
Disclaimer: I do not own MAR I only own Alysa.
Summary: "Look me in the eyes and tell me, 'I'm going to kill you.'" Alysa stopped and dropped the knife to the ground, 'I've nothing to live for' she whispered as her final decision was made.

Prolog
Alysa: 'Noble sort' or 'Alyssum Flower', That was the name I received the day I was born, the day I started learning. The day I started running, running, running from those who hurt me. Running through thick snow and onto thin ice, running on thin ice. Ice cracks, cracks, cracks, all across the surface. My feet slip and I start drowning, drowning, drowning, in frozen water, water, water. Drowning alone in frozen water. Rose petals floating up into the ice, red, red, red rose petals. Make the ice look like blood. Hands pull me out of the water, into warmth, warmth, warmth.

The teenage girl sat up from her memory and looked out the window, there was ice framing the window and the lonesome crescent moon staring at her. The stars were obscured by dark clouds and raggedy dead trees. Her blood red eyes emotionless as she turned them downcast to the dark red covers of the bed she lay in. Her rose red hair falling in her face in slight loose curls that glowed in the pale moonlight. Standing the girl pulled on a simple dark red dress that fell to her ankles and had a spilt in the side leading to her hip. She slid into a slightly lighter dark red jacket that fell to her hips, there was a pair of brownish black leggings that she slipped into and a pair of black shoes waited at the door as the girl pinned a blood red rose to her hair. She picked up an elegant brown mask and a red pendant that was framed in black with a black chain. These she put on and walked out into the grand hallways of Levesta castle, a rook earring dangling from her left ear as she walked alone. Emotionlessly beautiful.

Her name was Alysa, She was a Rook for the Chess. Today was the day she would die, but she did not know that. She must never need to know when she will die.

Well that's the prolog. I hope you liked it see you next time. R&R