[M&M]: Lol…Libs is gonna kill me for being 3 weeks late D: But I did finish the story, so she'll be able to update the story how she likes :P I decided to edit this story. I was too unhappy with what was going on in the older version, and it was getting hard to write new chapters as I felt that no development was going throughout the story : Here is this story again, hopefully better than before!

[Libraax3]: I was already pissed at her for being late. Then she gives me a WHOLE DIFFERENT VERSION. So I was veryveryvery angry. But Actually, noting changed, just a little bit of the storyline, but the main storyline and characters are the same :D ENJOY~

Disclaimer: Don't own except the OC characters

Prologue: Advent of the End

Meager sunlight filtered in through the iron-wrought grille that covered the window. A small figure lay crouched near the bed cot, shivering from the cold in the stone room. Though they looked a bit hazy from the lack of light in the room and exhaustion, green eyes glowed in the darkness. The sound of a door creaking open permeated the silence of the room, and a lanky figure of a male became visible from the doorframe. The man's lip curved into a small smile when he saw his prisoner. "Truth be told…I wasn't expecting to actually catch one."

The prisoner's eyes narrowed in fury, and a snarl tore from its throat. The man seemed to be humored at the response as he came closer. The figure shuffled back into a corner so that it was hidden in the shadows, but the piercing green eyes never left the man. "Came here to gloat?" a hoarse voice said angrily.

The man's crimson eyes narrowed in delight. "I just wanted to say that you should feel privileged, witch. You're going to make the advent of my family's power possible."

"Give it back to me." The figure's voice was cold.

The man shook his head as he sighed. "And here I was hoping that you would give me some sort of blessing." He laughed condescendingly. "Maybe I'm asking for too much." The man leaped back as a large shadow opened in front of him, only to flicker out a few seconds later. "Perhaps I have overstayed my welcome." He mused. Waving a hand in a farewell, the man left the room.

The figure remained hunched in its corner as the bright sunshine darkened to the hue of molten gold—it was sunset. The ragged cloak fell away to reveal an infantile face framed by black locks. "Stupid non-Trinisette rays…" was all that she muttered, her eyes staring forlornly at the stone wall.

x-x-x-x

Breaths were coming out as gasps now, wheezing, as small tears trickled from her eyes. Pain was her only thought as her body trembled violently. Blood was trickling from her lips from biting down so hard to keep herself from screaming. Her vision blurred when she tried to pull herself back up. She fell back down, and her body curled into a fetal position as she tried to ignore the pain. 'Damn them' she thought before closing her eyes.

x-x-x-x

Eyes snapped open as voices resounded from the door. They were hushed whispers but she had always been blessed with sharp hearing. "Are you sure?" was the muffled question.

She strained her ears to catch the answer, carrying her beaten body to the metal railings of the prison cell. All she could hear was, "…7 more. Elements…sky…"

The sound of a sharp breath was heard. "It is possible…"

"Yes. The end is all too clear now…"

The voices died away, signifying that the people had walked away.

She closed her eyes trying to decipher the meaning of those little words she heard. Her eyes snapped open, alarm flaring in her chest. "Shit, he didn't…!"

x-x-x-x

Trees rushed past her; a mottle of green, black, and brown. Her cloak flayed behind her like giant bat wings. Her body was burning from the strenuous task, but she pushed herself to reach her destination. Continuously, she strained her ears to hear if anyone was behind her, but only silence followed. She didn't fool herself with hope however, it was more than likely that they would find about her escape soon. Just then, in the distance, a high-pitched alarm rang off. A dull smile made its way to her face. Would she be able to reach her in time? In her hands was a small piece of something black. She clutched it so tightly her knuckles turned white. She had too.

[M&M]: A short prologue. I'm guessing that most of the readers who read the older version would know who it is ;D

[Libraax3]: HA! I hated this prologue. But plz review ~