Chapter 1
The twisting, dark black road was coming to an end. Even so, the girl continued on to the grassy fields beyond. It was dawn, the sun just starting to climb over the horizon. Clouds rolled across the colorful sky.
She enjoyed the sight. The clouds flaming, the sky a wonderful array of purples and reds. The moon still visible, the stars faded but remaining present. Silvounous loved it all. It was just... Magnificent.
As she walked past a small line of tulips, the girl caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye. She was made aware of a falling form. It was a boy, falling from the sky. She could make out a head of spiky brown hair, nothing else but the pale skin tone. The girl felt an urge to help him. The only way she could help him though was to catch him. But even then she might not have the capability to save the young male. She ran to the falling male, unconsciously hoping to save him.
She arrived to him but too late. He had already hit the ground. The boy lay sprawled, silent and still. She could now make out a peaceful face, full of innocence and good intentions. He's gone. Completely gone, and he's never coming back.
Just like her mom. The one that had disappeared while she had slept those many years ago. Just like Midna, the woman who had raised her for the two years following her mother's sudden absence. But in the end she had left too. All due to a fire that had occurred in the middle of the night, the same night Silvounous had found herself to be sleepless.
The girl fled from the boy's form, running to her safe haven. The very village her mother had abandoned her at. Farego. A place that she believed to be home. A place where she could be safe. Where the mysterious boy's death could not affect her. Or so she had thought.
Tip sat on Lady Medusa's throne, cackling at the fact he'd just sent his brother tumbling down to earth. His idiot of a brother had thought he could defeat him. How absurd. Pit had no chance of ever beating Tip. Tip as a suracai, therefore he was to be far more superior then his brother, who was an Icarus.
They had been at war forever, the Icaruses and the suracais. And soon the suracais would win. The Icaruses were going to all either be dead or captured. Tip smirked in victory. The suracais had won as soon as he sent their stupid head of army, Pit, out of the picture. Pit was now dead, or so he had thought.
