PrePrePrologue
Kimblee had been waiting so long. He could almost feel the wind in his hair, the breath of summer, the cold wind on a moonless night, but no. He had been trapped in the nothingness of Pride, Selim Bradley's, soul, waiting. Waiting, just waiting. For something to change in the emptiness. There was nothing to do, see, feel, here and it was... boring. And Kimblee disliked being bored.
A/N
Kez: We had three false starts when writing this fic. They were informative, so we didn't remove them.
Gil: This is one, the PrePrePre was one, and the next is one. We think they're good. You might not. If not... PLEASE FLAME! WE'LL LOVE YOU FOR IT!
Kez: We are not trolls. We just have never been flamed before, and fine this a great place to start. WE BEG YOU- FLAME US!
Gil: WE WANT THE BURN! …..This is not reverse psychology in any way, shape or form.