D.H. A.N.: I'm glad you all liked the Prologue. Now is where the real story starts. Please enjoy Chapter One: Amethyst & Emerald. I enjoy writing, but reviews make it all the more worthwhile. Thanks for reading!!


Chapter One: Amethyst & Emerald

Amethyst, a light purple precious stone, or a descriptive word for objects of that color. The eyes of a certain Egyptian teen would fall under the word's complete accuracy of description, a stormy purple blue only gave a taste of the storm Marik Ishtar had survived. Marik Ishtar not only fell under the description, he was contented to be described as cold, a loner, one who definitely wasn't to be crossed in a dark alley.

Night had fallen, a time that would always bring a small smirk of satisfaction to the tan face of the platinum blonde eighteen year-old. He liked the solitude that night offered, the calm serenity of it that seemed to make all his troubles pass him by.

Marik pulled his jacket around him tightly, noting that along with the night came the cold; a cold in which he somewhat reveled. He slowly smirked as he walked behind several alleyways, somewhat hoping for a fight. He rounded one alleyway, amethyst eyes catching commotion with ease. He stepped closer, seeing a trio of men, obviously looking for a fight. But yet, something made him stop. It doesn't feel quite right.

He then caught a glimpse of why he had that feeling of an awkward nature. There was a young girl, who he estimated to be about no less than sixteen, backed against the wall. Now Marik wasn't exactly the best moral compass, but he knew that this wasn't right. Of all the times I actually need it, I leave the Rod at home. He sighed out of absolute self disgust.

He stepped towards the group, making sure that his words held the ice and possible vehemence they would need to be convincing. "Let her go, she's with me!" He shouted furiously, as if his statement were true. Little did he know how true it would become.

Emerald, a gem that comes in a variety of colors, the most notable being a rich green reminiscent of spring a warm color that can be described as a pure color of green grass. The serene green eyes only gave a taste of how calm, and loving Filiron Rylae could be. A friend an unconcerned carefree young woman of possible Irish roots and sixteen years, she was quiet and pretty. But she had the unmistakable Irish temper that was characteristic of the long lost roots.

Filiron Rylae had been downcast the whole day, not only had she been somewhat badly injured due to an accident she had caused, but in the past month, she had been living as an outcast on the streets. Although, with her looks, she shouldn't have needed to. Rich auburn hair complemented by emerald green eyes proved to be a pleasing combination. Night had fallen, a time of solace bearing memories. She pulled her ebony cloak around her tightly, it was colder than it had been in a while.

She then felt a somewhat unknown warmth coursing down her neck. She turned only to find her self staring into the black eyes of a man who was possibly drunk. "Hey, bright eyes, why don't you and I get together sometime."

"Fat chance." She replied haughtily, bolting soon after. She ran, failing to notice that the man had gotten two cohorts to come after her. When she did notice, Filiron quickly bolted into an alleyway. She was followed by the trio of pursuers, who advanced on her quickly. She was backed against the wall, with five inches between she and her pursuers. "Somebody help!" She almost whimpered.

Her pleas were answered as an icy voice pierced her ears. "Let her go, she's with me!" After which the trio turned to face the speaker. She somewhat breathed a sigh of relief.

Marik advanced towards the trio, put on fury in his eyes. "I suggest if you want to avoid painful injuries, you leave her be and deal with me instead." He cracked his knuckles in threat. It didn't work, as it had only turned the trio on him.

Well, I've gotten those fools away from the girl, but now they're after me. Smooth move Marik, smooth move. He fumed as he ran. He was tiring of this rather quickly. He was starting to slow, and the trio of thugs was catching up with him. Oh, great. He thought sarcastically, this was not his night.

Filiron watched the trio chase after her unknown rescuer, giving her time to formulate a plan. She followed two feet behind the trio. My shoulder is going to be really sore at me over this . She thought as she rubbed her shoulder in advance of pain. "Hey, three on one isn't fair! Step away from him! " She accented the last word with heated fury, made more prevalent by her temper. Of course, three on two's not much better. She mused sorely.

What is she doing here? I was hoping she would stay away from trouble, a.k.a., me. But I have to admire her for her- Marik was going to say "her courage," but then caught sight of her emerald irises For her eyes,He thought dreamily.


DH: So the romance begins, we know both sides of our couple. Next Chapter: Well, how will they get out of this situation? Find out in Chapter Two: Unpolished Gems. Please Review.