WARNING THIS IS FILLER! FILLER! FIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLEERRRRRRRRRRR NO REALLY RELATED PLOT IN THIS STORY! PLEASE DO NOT FLAME.

Hellooo! Sorry but I will not update until my summer break (probably), somewhere in June. Why? Well my boyfriend's birthday is coming up, so I want to get ready; so unfortunately this will be pushed to the BACK of my mind. That and god damn writer's block…

Disclaimer: I don't own elsword, I own all OCs, and most of this I kinda ripped off stories I've read.


Death's POV

Flipping through the thin paper of the folded stories, until I found the most shocking of all, "IMPENDING WAR!" I sighed, and looked in the dark black world. The room was dim but I stared at that border, the light fell over that side like a ton. It was separated, never to be crossed; but yet… Those two did. Yes, my old apprentice found the boy she fancied. Just to be clear I am talking about Aisha.

And NO I'm not old; I placed a spell so she'll never see what I look like. That and I didn't eat for a while, she was human she needed to eat. I remember how I trained her in my arts, the dark arts; I grin, I remember the first war. How bloody it was. How many screams that were heard. How many lives were lost. Hm… Another one would be fun.

"This'll turn out interestin'…" I mumble, from the corner of my eye I stared at the dust in my old bone bowl. The tides will change soon. Love will torn apart, people will be betrayed, and lovers will have to test their bond.

But what was this? A young… thing (?), looks like a snowy owl just… Gender seemed to be lost in there…

He or was it a she…? Looks like a boy… Could be flat chest… Well whatever it is, it had white hair but it had a little tint of mint. Bright green emerald eyes, small freckles in its white pale skin; it was wearing fancy clothes. Must be a boy, had a tux on… Anyways he had a pure white tux top on, a bright pale spring green tie, with grass green shorts and white knee socks and little brown church shoes. His smile was as bright and happy as the shining sun. He ran through the shaded forest towards my house.

I raise my eye brow at the bouncing little boy, he ran to my door; knocking over and over. I sigh, the hell…? I walk over to the wooden door and open it; finding the excitable boy bouncing all over the place.

"Hello! I'm Angel!" He shook my hand and flashed me a huge smile. I just raise my eyebrow, okay this kid is just sunshine everywhere…

"So…?" I ask, peering into his bright green eyes; he just smiles and explained easily, "I'm from Moonshining farm! Pappy told me to go find the hoodoo woman in the edge of the light! Well I see no one else than you…" He looks around, behind me into my house and then looking around. I sigh,

"So…?" He blinked and smiled again, "Right! Right! My pappy said to give all these candies and food and ask you to give my farm's fortune." Angel holds out a satchel full of goodies. I smelled bacon, ham, sugar cookies, and honey candies. I smile at the bounty, and pat the boy's head.

"Come on, get in." I lead his hand into my house, Angel squinted in the darkness. He whimpered and sat uncomfortably in the chair of the living room.

I sat across from him on the velvet cushion metal rimmed couch. Concentrating, find the beat of your heart; build up energy, and… Release! I shot a purple flame at the candle, the others lit up along with the first with dark purple flames. I lit the small nest of branches under the tea pot and wait. I stare at the boy intensely; watching his big bright eyes look into mine and then the pot. I see… His pupils were ellipse shaped; his iris had stripes of dark green streaked near the pupil. Poor boy… His death is near but his fate will not end then. Shame.

I heard the high pitched whistling of the teapot as steam erupted from the tip of the hot metal. Angel jumped and smiled; as I poured the murky boiling liquid in the black cup; I instructed him to drink it but leave enough to cover the bottom in a thin layer of tea. He drank, gagged at the bitterness, and forced it down. I looked in the cup and saw the little soaked tea leaves; it was shaped in a certain way; the moon is in line with mars near the sun.

"Good weather. But beware of the rabbit infestation." I sigh, putting the cup with a small clink on the porcelain table. Angel nodded giddily and bounced on his feet, he spoke in a soft, gentle voice,

"Excuse me miss, but can I stay here for a bit? I would like to meet you better and my parents are out…"

I raise my right eyebrow and mumble, "Been a while since company was last heard from so I suppose…"Angel showed off his pearly-white teeth in a huge grin. I got up and taught him how to make candied violets; good thing too, he knew poisonous from safe to eat flowers. Dipping the violets in boiling sugar water; letting the flowers soak in the sweet liquid; then encrusting the foliage in sugar; letting them dry in the sunlight of the light side; of course being easier that Angel could cross. Nibbling on the petals of the sweet tasting foliage; Angel smelled, licked and popped the flower inside and his face melted into bliss.

It's a sad thought that his smile will fade from existence.

Shooing the boy off when the dark curtain and the pale light from the moon fell like a ton on the other side; I inhale the smoke from the lavenders and orange peels.

King Chung, let luck be on your side. The road ahead… Will not be easy. Not for anyone; not even for that young pure boy.

No one is safe, not while he still breathes and his heart still beats. Not if Ran still lives; King Chung and Queen Eve let you hierarchy rule for eternity; I wish the best of happiness and hope that you make the right choice in your love.

Aisha… How I've been so proud of you, but… That Elsword… Hmph.

I walk back into the dark corridors, it was almost time.


Angel's POV

My legs burned with excitement as I wanted to tell Mums and Pappy the good news; I had a new friend! She was thin, young, and had long black hair with orange tips; and she wore a long black cloak and piercing orange eyes! Wait… Oh no I forgot to ask her of her name! Oh well, I'll ask her tomorrow.

I walked the rest of the way; looking at the dusty fields and then I came to my farm. Moonshining had such a large field that it could stretch on to the horizon, there was a large glass building in the corner and shack, and barns, and… And… A lot of other stuff too! I huff in excitement as I barged in the house doors.

"Mumsy! Pappy! I'm home from the hoodoo woman's home!" I shout happily. I waited for the warm hugs, the kisses, the jokes, the way Pappy would smoke from his pipe approvingly when I told him, and how Mumsy would knit and giggle. But… There were no warm hugs, kisses, joke, Pappy wasn't there to smoke his pip approvingly, and Mumsy's knitting needles laid cold in her basket of yarn.

Where was Mum? Where was Pappy? I wander through the empty dark house that didn't feel like home anymore. Everything felt so different. I walked up the banisters, the same banisters I use to slide down gleefully. I sauntered past the paintings that seem to stare at my every move.

"Mum…? Pappy…?" I called out, soon enough I was in front of their large bed room. Timidly knocking on the front door, I called out again, "Mumsy? Pappy?" Only silence answered.

I push open the heavy oak doors and a weird smell entered my nose. It was the same smell that the dirty cut had from the scrap when I play with the other boys in soccer. A chill filled up my spine and my voice cracked as I cry out in desperation, "Mum! Pappy! Please stop hiding and come out, you're scaring me…"

Still no answer.

I walk into the room; I heard a wet tap of my foot. I stepped in red goo… Why was there ketchup everywhere? Where was Mum and Pap-

Tangled mint hair painted with red, limbs were scattered on the carpet; white hair was partially ripped off and his mouth hung open and the place where his tongue was; it wasn't there.

Mum… Pappy… No, they aren't dead; they were just on their medicinal sherries again. There was a accident of ketchup… They're just sleeping.


Another day

I walked in church; loud tapping resounded on the marble. Why was I here? Why did they take Mum and Pappy away when they were sleeping? Why was Auntie and Uncle crying? They're just sleeping.

Everyone wore black; even me. It was like everyone was a mourning ghost. Sitting in the uncomfortable chair, the priest stood over two caskets.

Mum was in one.

Pa was in the other.

But why? Why put them in there? I guess it was comfortable… Seems silly.

The priest said in a sad voice,

"We commit their bodies into the ground

Earth to Earth

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

May El be with them; bless them for their hearts."

Why was he saying that? Why was Pa's best friends lifting the caskets. Why did Auntie drag me to the grave yard? They were sleeping. Why were people crying? All this commotion and they won't wake up…


Why won't they wake up?


"Auntie… Why are they putting them in the grave yard? Pa and Ma are sleeping…"

She glared at me and snapped, "You stupid little boy; your mother and father are dead. Get that through you stupid little mind."

I flinched and whimpered. Why was Auntie being mean? Mum and Pa aren't dead they're just taking a nap from their Medicinal sherries…

Everyone looked at us and whispered comforts and sorrys. Why? Why were they saying these things? I saw them close Mum and Pa's casket and they lowered it into the deep dark hole.

No… Stop it! You'll suffocate them!

Dirt was thrown onto the coffins.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" I scream, jumping into the hole. I scrap the dirt off Mum's casket. "She isn't dead! She's sleeping! SHE'S SLEEPING! STOP IT!" I cried at the sky, and punched and screamed at the coffin.

Please Mum wake up and get out and tell them you were sleeping. You took too many sherries. Just please… Wake up! Wake up Mum! Three men took a hold of my arms and pulled me away.

"STOP IT! SHE'LL WAKE UP! STOP! WHY ARE YOU-?! THEY'RE MY MUM AND PAPPY!" I screamed at them; they hold me back as I watch them bury my parents.

I realized that… There won't be any more kisses, no more jokes, no more hugs, no more Pappy holding me up and throwing me up to the sky, no more of Mum's cakes, no more of anything.

Mum and Pa were dead.

They were dead and they aren't coming back.

I screamed and cried; my throat burned like the fires from hell and my eyes sting and hurt.

They were dead…


2 days later

It was a few days afterwards; I stare at the wall like a puppet. Auntie was responsible for me and it was horrible…

She hated me. I wouldn't blame her, Mum and Pap died because of me.

I look through the halls.

There it was the door; the door Auntie told me not to open.

I don't care, she'll kill me but I don't care.

I can fell Mum in there; I can hear her calling to me from there.

I knew she wasn't dead. I knew it was a joke.

I pick the lock and open the door. A cool air rushes through my body; it was a white room decorated with a bed, a cabinent, and a night stand.

Nothing else.

Well… Almost. From the corner of my eye, I saw papers sticking out of the night stand drawer. I walk towards the table and jiggle open the drawer.

There was a bloody pair of scissors, a strange smelling cloth, and papers. Papers of Pa's will, and the ownership of the farm.

Why was this stuff in this room and why didn't Auntie want me to see this?

A sharp pain exploded on my back, I could feel a warm stain envelop my back. Something was rushing out of my body, the pain kept becoming worse and worse and I felt an arm cover my mouth as I screamed my lungs out. The person grabbed my stomach and drove the knife deeper and deeper. The pain was numbing everything I felt my brain shutting down. Am… Am… I gonna see Pa and Ma?

Everything was so dark… I hear Auntie, I heard her saying,

"I told them not to come into this room, now look what you did Angel, look. You're just like your parents… So disobedient."

And then blood rushed into my ears and I could feel Ma kissing my cheek like she always did before I sleep.

I opened my eyes, everything was so cold. Everywhere was cold; I looked back and saw myself; dead, blood everywhere, and my eyes still wide in shock.

I look in front again and saw the hoodoo woman again. She was leaning on the wall drinking scotch. She glanced at me and said, "How would you like to be my apprentince?"


And that was only a few days ago. About 2-3?

We watched as the commander of war in the dark side scream and protest that there would be war on the sun rise of the light. We would watch as the witch would grip her wand and feel the tension through her veins. We would watch as the king deny any of this; the guards dragged the king away and the commander went on with his plans.

I look over at my mentor who simply nodded in disappointment; another war was coming.


I'm sorry for this chapter QAQ I hope you liked it… If not please don't review any flames. R&R. Peace out to my lovers, haters, and masturbators.