So this is my first fanfic for RO so please support. ü It's basically romance but there's also gonna be some action and adventure...

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I'm so sorry if I haven't updated for quite a while now! It's just that I've stopped playing Ragnarok but I guess I'll still continue this story. I'll just edit all the other chapters before I post a new one. So please be patient:)

Lucille of the Light

Prologue

Far in the southern areas of Rune Midgard, was a small, hidden town called Luemdelle, where people dwelt in to find peace and rest. It was located in a forest somewhere in between Payon and Alberta, protected by monsters that served as guardians – in fact, the monsters along those parts attacked those who come near the town, unless they sense that the travelers were decent.

Among the many dwellers that searched for peace was the 'legendary couple', the Goldenrays. They had retired from the world, choosing to live in happiness as their family grew. Hans Goldenray was a respected and skillful crusader who, in one of his quests, met the beautiful priestess, Althea Hensberg – they married after two years of love/hate relationship.

A year after that, they retired to Luemdelle. There, Althea gave birth to two children – a boy and a girl – and the four lived happily together for the following few years.

"Mommy..." the little girl called. The night had fallen and the room was dark – only lit dimly by the lamplight beside the couch where the said girl sat.

"Yes dear?" Althea put down the book she was reading and turned to the child, who snuggled closer to her warmth.

"My friend Irene said the meaning of her name was peace. Olga says hers means holy. All my other friends have meanings to their names... does mine have one too?" her daughter asked softly, a distant look on her face.

Althea chuckled, "Why, of course!"

The 4 year old looked intently at her mother, her eyes sparkling, "Really?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes." The kind mother traced her daughter's face with her finger, "Lucille means 'light'. And I'm sure someday you will truly become a light to the people of Rune Midgard, just like your mother." She smiled.

A happy smile spread across Lucille's lips and she hugged her mother, murmuring, "I promise!" she buried her face in her mother's chest, "I love you, mother!"

Althea hugged her back, "I love you too..."

"And dad too!" Lucille added.

Althea chuckled again, "Yes, he too. And hopefully you'll find a good man to be your husband someday!"

Lucille suddenly released her mom, pouting cutely with a light blush on her cheeks. "Mom! I'm too young for that! And I'll be too busy helping people in the future."

Her mother laughed, "You'll find the right one eventually." She played with her daughter's hands, "Like what happened to me and your father." She smiled dreamily.

It was a wonderful family life – they wouldn't have asked for anything better. Lucille's older brother – 7 years her senior – was a growing swordsman; he was skillful with his swords just like Hans, who gladly guided him. On the other hand, though Lucille was too young to start a job, her mind was set for an acolyte and then a priestess.

But nothing lasts forever, because some things are just not meant to stay as it is. There would always be a hindrance that would exchange the bliss with the complete opposite.

That was what was about to happen to the peaceful town of Luemdelle during one stormy night…

Screams of agony, begging for help, cries of anguish – they echoed throughout the town as a guild of assassins emerged from the darkness of the night. They walked through the streets of Luemdelle, instantly killing anyone within their range.

Streaming tears, raining blood – skilled warriors who tried to drive them away were to no avail; death grasped them instead. But in spite of all these, they tried to protect what the assassins were after…

The Holy Euchilec Orb was in the hands of the legendary priestess, Althea Goldenray. Inside the Goldenray household, Hans prepared for battle as his wife blessed him with every help she could give. Hans soon left to drive off assassins nearing their home.

"Mommy..." Lucille pulled at her mother's robe, a concerned expression etched on her face.

Althea turned away from the window and looked down at her. "Yes, dear?"

"Why are there weird noises coming from outside? I heard our neighbor scream just a little while ago. What's happening?" fear and anxiety dripped from her voice – Althea knew that her child had an idea of what was going on.

She smiled reassuringly and knelt in front of her, putting her hands on the small girl's shoulders, "Everything will be just fine. Your father and I are going to help." Lucille's expression relaxed a little, "Now, I have a job for you..." Althea reached out for something from the closet nearby.

The little girl stood still, watching her mother as she tried to ignore the noise from outside and the roaring of the thunders. At that moment, Althea held out a beautiful necklace in front of her. Lucille stared at it in awe – the pendant hanging on the golden chain was a shining azure orb lined with gold and a small pair of wings attached to it.

Althea handed it to her, "I entrust this with you. Protect it with all your heart and soul, Lucille, and become the light of Rune Midgard..."

Not really understanding what her mother meant, she looped it around her neck, her eyes sparkling joyously. "What's this, mother?"

"It's called Holy Euchilec Orb. It's very important and you must not let anyone lay their hands on it. Only those with the purest heart have the right to hold them. That has a very strong power, Lucille." Althea smiled. "But you'll have to figure about that one yourself."

"It's really pretty..." Lucille murmured.

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise echoed from the living room. Althea abruptly stood up and cried, "Raphael!"

A handsome 11 year old boy appeared by the door, his fiery red hair falling over his green eyes, "Mother! They are here!" he yelled.

Althea ignored his warning and started chanting a spell. A warp portal appeared almost immediately in front of her and she turned back to her two children, "Go! Escape to Prontera now!" she cried.

Hugging both her children tightly, she murmured, "I love you… please remember that even if we don't meet again, I will always be watching over you…" tears began falling down her cheeks.

At that moment, Hans appeared inside. "LEAVE!" he yelled, distractedly fighting off assassins following after him. He turned to smile at them briefly, "I love you."

Althea then pushed the children towards the portal. Lucille tried to stay but Raphael solemnly pulled her back. Their parents turned to them with a smile, mouthing 'I love you' – that was the last time they would see them smile.

At that moment, Althea and Hans were vertically cut half, in front of the children's horrorstruck eyes. The last thing they saw before they faded from Luemdelle was the pair of dark murderous violet eyes that peered at them from their parents' halved bodies.

Prontera was peaceful that night, none of its usual crowdedness and noise – only the continuous rain that poured hard against the earth could be heard. Lucille and Hans appeared at the center of the town, both of them soaking wet.

Lucille collapsed on her knees – her eyes were blank and wide as they stared at the ground. "Mom…dad…"

Raphael knelt beside her, resting his hands on her shoulders. He tried hard to fight back tears because he knew that he had to be strong to protect his sister. "L-Lucille…"

Lucille trembled, despair overtaking her. Her tears were lost in the rain and she clutched the necklace her mother had given her. Suddenly, she glowed in a bright white light.

Then she fainted, enveloped by darkness.

Well, there you have it for my prologue! I hope you enjoyed it and review. Anyway, there's more to come so please continue reading:D