Disclaimer: Again, I do NOT own YYH.
PROLOGUE:
Love Caught in a Massacre
(Scene opens in the middle of a massacre. Houses were burning. People were running everywhere in panic. But these were not ordinary people. On each of their backs were pairs of blue-colored wings. Mysterious men proceeded to kill these people one by one, men and women, children and elders alike.)
Man on horse (obviously the leader): These people are the last of the race. Kill them all! Leave no survivors!
But a couple managed to escape the massacre.
Woman: (stops flying and folds her wings because she hears cries from the bundle she's carrying) Maxwell dear, wait. Our little boy's crying. He must be hungry. (then she takes out a bottle from her bag and gave it for her baby to drink from)
Maxwell: (also takes a look at the bundle he's carrying) Funny, his sister isn't, Rheda.
Rheda: (chuckling) They may be twins, but they are individuals.
Maxwell: (chuckled for a moment then stopped, suddenly aware of their surroundings) Rheda, I think we ought to leave now. They may catch up to us fast. (starts to open his wings)
Rheda: (suddenly touches his arm) Maxwell.
Maxwell: (surprised) Huh? What is it Rheda?
Rheda: (looking down) I think that we should go on separate ways.
Maxwell: (shocked) What are you saying?!
Rheda: Firstly, I will only slow you down, Maxwell. Secondly, it'll be easier for us to hide. And lastly, if they catch us all together at the same time, then we're all doomed.
Maxwell: But what about the twins?
Rheda: Both of us can't carry our babies at the same time, so we'll just have to split them up. I'll take our boy and you'll take our girl. (laughs softly) Heh. We didn't even get to name them yet.
Maxwell: It sounds logical, but...I'm worried about you, Rheda.
Rheda: Worried about me? Ha! You're talking to the woman who almost mastered all types of magic! (then she suddenly starts to cry) To tell you the truth, Maxwell, I'm scared. Scared out of my mind. If not for the baby then I would have blown off those bastards at once!
Maxwell: (hugs his wife) My Rheda. You're such a strong woman, but you're vulnerable too. Why don't you let me take the baby?
Rheda: (snorts) And what? Leave you wide open for those people to attack? Of course not! And there's no way you'll make me change my mind!
Maxwell: (grins) Even after childbirth, you're still the same stubborn woman that I knew before. Very well then. I will do as you say. But before that…
He leaned over to his wife and kissed her with all the love he could hold. She returned his kiss, also with the same burning love she felt for him. The two babies squealed in delight at this.
Maxwell: I love you with all my heart, Rheda.
Rheda: I love you too, Maxwell. With all my heart AND soul.
With one last look at each other, the two separated, Maxwell carrying the baby girl and Rheda carrying the baby boy. Both have hopes of seeing each other again when this whole mess is over, but unfortunately, both were also killed while defending their babies.
Yet thanks to them, the baby girl was safely drifting in a basket on a river to the next town and the baby boy was safe in a young man's arms.
PROLOGUE:
Love Caught in a Massacre
(Scene opens in the middle of a massacre. Houses were burning. People were running everywhere in panic. But these were not ordinary people. On each of their backs were pairs of blue-colored wings. Mysterious men proceeded to kill these people one by one, men and women, children and elders alike.)
Man on horse (obviously the leader): These people are the last of the race. Kill them all! Leave no survivors!
But a couple managed to escape the massacre.
Woman: (stops flying and folds her wings because she hears cries from the bundle she's carrying) Maxwell dear, wait. Our little boy's crying. He must be hungry. (then she takes out a bottle from her bag and gave it for her baby to drink from)
Maxwell: (also takes a look at the bundle he's carrying) Funny, his sister isn't, Rheda.
Rheda: (chuckling) They may be twins, but they are individuals.
Maxwell: (chuckled for a moment then stopped, suddenly aware of their surroundings) Rheda, I think we ought to leave now. They may catch up to us fast. (starts to open his wings)
Rheda: (suddenly touches his arm) Maxwell.
Maxwell: (surprised) Huh? What is it Rheda?
Rheda: (looking down) I think that we should go on separate ways.
Maxwell: (shocked) What are you saying?!
Rheda: Firstly, I will only slow you down, Maxwell. Secondly, it'll be easier for us to hide. And lastly, if they catch us all together at the same time, then we're all doomed.
Maxwell: But what about the twins?
Rheda: Both of us can't carry our babies at the same time, so we'll just have to split them up. I'll take our boy and you'll take our girl. (laughs softly) Heh. We didn't even get to name them yet.
Maxwell: It sounds logical, but...I'm worried about you, Rheda.
Rheda: Worried about me? Ha! You're talking to the woman who almost mastered all types of magic! (then she suddenly starts to cry) To tell you the truth, Maxwell, I'm scared. Scared out of my mind. If not for the baby then I would have blown off those bastards at once!
Maxwell: (hugs his wife) My Rheda. You're such a strong woman, but you're vulnerable too. Why don't you let me take the baby?
Rheda: (snorts) And what? Leave you wide open for those people to attack? Of course not! And there's no way you'll make me change my mind!
Maxwell: (grins) Even after childbirth, you're still the same stubborn woman that I knew before. Very well then. I will do as you say. But before that…
He leaned over to his wife and kissed her with all the love he could hold. She returned his kiss, also with the same burning love she felt for him. The two babies squealed in delight at this.
Maxwell: I love you with all my heart, Rheda.
Rheda: I love you too, Maxwell. With all my heart AND soul.
With one last look at each other, the two separated, Maxwell carrying the baby girl and Rheda carrying the baby boy. Both have hopes of seeing each other again when this whole mess is over, but unfortunately, both were also killed while defending their babies.
Yet thanks to them, the baby girl was safely drifting in a basket on a river to the next town and the baby boy was safe in a young man's arms.