Ok, this story is just an idea that I want to make sure ppl like. This is
just the prologue, telling everyone what's going on before I get the whole
idea of the thing in later chapters. I like this story and all, but I
don't want to have to start this story to find no one likes it and all.
Know what I mean? So plz read and tell me if I should continue or what.
Thx!
Disclaimer: Can I Have It!?!?!?!? *looks around the room at the ppl shaking their heads no* *lowers head in sadness* I didn't think so.... ;_; Title: Silence of An Angel Author: Me, Q.M.! ^_^ Warnings: Um.... kinda OOC in later chapters, violence in parts. And I don't know about anything else yet. Sorry! ^_^' Pairings: 5xS of course!!! ^_^ Don't know about any others yet. possibly 1x2; 3x4; & RxH... Rating: Um, PG-13 good enough??? ^-^'
Prologue
A war had started upon the skies of a lonely planet called earth. The sky filling with the invisible glow of swords hitting swords, light hitting light. Souls falling. Others killing. Brutally beaten "spirits" who continued to fight to protect what they believed.
As the war continued between heaven and hell, life and death, good and evil, life beyond those began to slowly cease. The souls of the living died as their lives were shortened. Their agony could be heard in the heavens as their souls entered it's gates. Their tears could be felt on the earth's soil as it fell like the rain.
As the good and evil fought, their souls clashes against one another. As God sent out more to keep heaven's freedom, Satan called upon more vil to set out his menacing duties. But the more that Satan tried, the more if his minions would be sent out and destroyed. What wasn't known to Sata was that God's warriors who fought were more than he could ever imagine. Their glittering armor, their shining weapons. To Satan's guards, they appeared unbeatable. And that's exactly what they were.
Their strength was surpassed anything that even Satan himself was. Being the strongest, whether it be good or evil, was more than Satan could ever have handled.
As one of his surviving, yet wounded, minions, came to hell, he told Satan, with the last of his breath, about these thirteen warriors, who not even the whole army of Satan's could defeat. Not even a feather on their wings coul be harmed. Not a fiber could be moved from their places.
After this "man" had died, Satan, upon hearing his last words, almost seemed t fear for his life. He tried gluing the pieces to this unsolved puzzle together. But he couldn't seem figure out who these thirteen warriors were. He sent out "spies" to seek out and try to find any flaws. When they returned, he asked for discriptions of each warrior. As to know who was the main threat.
The first was a young man. His shaggy hair shadowing his face slightly as he fought. His moves smooth, yet quick. Giving no chance to the enemy an escape route. The second was also a young man. His long brunette hair tied to the back of his head. His hair, it seemed, worked as a distraction for the ones who fought against him. Causing him to have a greater weapon than even possibly his sword. The third was a young women, estimated to be the same as the previous other. Her golden hair shun as it seemed to reflect the sun's rays. Causing her enemies to be blinded by the light. The fourth, as the one before, was a you women. Although she seemed small, was was spunky and energetic. Giving her, what seemed, the strength and speed to get to her enemies before they got to her.
In the second grouping, there were another two of each sex. The first boy, who was only estimated to be around a year older, was swift and keen. Although half of his face was covered, it made the man's mystery rise. The second was a young boy, whom seemed younger, almost, than the others if not for his part in this war. His features seemed angelic, almost innocent. Giving him the disadvantage against the others. The third, her hair almost as white as freshly fallen snow, showed anger and impatience for her enemies as she swiftly took out who came for her. The last, who was a slightly older women, fought with such agility that you could have sworn that she was the second half of the person first mentioned for this group. Her eyes, though they held kindness, showed nothing more for her enemies than sympathy.
In the final grouping, there were four older warriors. Though their ages weren't that mucholder that the others, their skills still surpassed those of their comrades. The first, whom was slightly older than the others except one, had anger shown upon her face. Her ability, though, showed nothing moreto her enemies except the strength she held for herself and the others. The second was a man, slightly older than the woman just mentioned, was smooth and calm with his work. He seemed to hold no care in the world as he just continued to fight those he and his comrades considered their enemies. The third, his hair long and dove white, seemed to poccess the same skills and mystery as the former man. And although he never showed it, you could see the despair he was in as he reverted his eyes tot he golden haired women, then back at his enemies. Concern seen from him as he looked over. The fourth, a women with hair as dark as the enemy's cloak, held her sword tight within her hands. Her eyes switching back and forth to watch the concerned man and her enemy. The last of this group looked the youngest of the five. But she was a warrior of such skill, as with the others, it seemed as though she looked upon the enemy with a vengence. Her eyes burning deep within the enemy's soul, or what could be called a soul. Her honey colored hair was put up in many tight braids, each held back in a single pony tail. Making it seem as though her hair was made out to be a whip.
These groups, although different in some way, all fought with such speed, agility and skill that it was hard to even skim breeze surrounding them.
Satan, upon hearing of what these warriors were like, was severely disappointed that not a one of his spies were able to find a single flaw. The man who had died to warn him spoke the truth with his last breath. But Satan, being who or what he was, sought out to defeat these "warriors" and prove to God himself that he was stronger than the rest of them. But unknown to Satan, these thirteen warriors were possibly more than he could handle.
~*~ TBC ~*~
A.N. So, what y'all think of the Prologue? Interesting at all? And to the question that might be asked (Why haven't I mentioned any couples yet?), that's because the way this Prologue was meant to be written. I was going to put ppl into suspence about who the couple(s) might be, but then you'd all probably hate me for it or something. But don't worry, in chapter 1, the first couple of this story (if there are anymore than just them) will be mentioned. But you'll all have to wait to find out. So plz review! I'm having a great time writing this story. So until then, Ja 4 now!
~*~ Q.M. ~*~
Preview of Chapter 1:
A women, her hair pulled up in many braids that was held in a hair tie. swung at her enemy with a breeze as one by one came for her. The scold she held on her face told the looker of hatred and anguish. But, as though her fortune was against her, her vision began to blur. Blocking her view from the attacking enemies. The enemy, seeing her slight moment of disconcentration, swung at her. Taking his chance of attack. The women, feeling the sword slice through her side, screamed from the pain. Blackening out, she started falling to earth. Disappearing from her comrades' sights as she passed through the clouds, straight to the earth's ground.
Disclaimer: Can I Have It!?!?!?!? *looks around the room at the ppl shaking their heads no* *lowers head in sadness* I didn't think so.... ;_; Title: Silence of An Angel Author: Me, Q.M.! ^_^ Warnings: Um.... kinda OOC in later chapters, violence in parts. And I don't know about anything else yet. Sorry! ^_^' Pairings: 5xS of course!!! ^_^ Don't know about any others yet. possibly 1x2; 3x4; & RxH... Rating: Um, PG-13 good enough??? ^-^'
Prologue
A war had started upon the skies of a lonely planet called earth. The sky filling with the invisible glow of swords hitting swords, light hitting light. Souls falling. Others killing. Brutally beaten "spirits" who continued to fight to protect what they believed.
As the war continued between heaven and hell, life and death, good and evil, life beyond those began to slowly cease. The souls of the living died as their lives were shortened. Their agony could be heard in the heavens as their souls entered it's gates. Their tears could be felt on the earth's soil as it fell like the rain.
As the good and evil fought, their souls clashes against one another. As God sent out more to keep heaven's freedom, Satan called upon more vil to set out his menacing duties. But the more that Satan tried, the more if his minions would be sent out and destroyed. What wasn't known to Sata was that God's warriors who fought were more than he could ever imagine. Their glittering armor, their shining weapons. To Satan's guards, they appeared unbeatable. And that's exactly what they were.
Their strength was surpassed anything that even Satan himself was. Being the strongest, whether it be good or evil, was more than Satan could ever have handled.
As one of his surviving, yet wounded, minions, came to hell, he told Satan, with the last of his breath, about these thirteen warriors, who not even the whole army of Satan's could defeat. Not even a feather on their wings coul be harmed. Not a fiber could be moved from their places.
After this "man" had died, Satan, upon hearing his last words, almost seemed t fear for his life. He tried gluing the pieces to this unsolved puzzle together. But he couldn't seem figure out who these thirteen warriors were. He sent out "spies" to seek out and try to find any flaws. When they returned, he asked for discriptions of each warrior. As to know who was the main threat.
The first was a young man. His shaggy hair shadowing his face slightly as he fought. His moves smooth, yet quick. Giving no chance to the enemy an escape route. The second was also a young man. His long brunette hair tied to the back of his head. His hair, it seemed, worked as a distraction for the ones who fought against him. Causing him to have a greater weapon than even possibly his sword. The third was a young women, estimated to be the same as the previous other. Her golden hair shun as it seemed to reflect the sun's rays. Causing her enemies to be blinded by the light. The fourth, as the one before, was a you women. Although she seemed small, was was spunky and energetic. Giving her, what seemed, the strength and speed to get to her enemies before they got to her.
In the second grouping, there were another two of each sex. The first boy, who was only estimated to be around a year older, was swift and keen. Although half of his face was covered, it made the man's mystery rise. The second was a young boy, whom seemed younger, almost, than the others if not for his part in this war. His features seemed angelic, almost innocent. Giving him the disadvantage against the others. The third, her hair almost as white as freshly fallen snow, showed anger and impatience for her enemies as she swiftly took out who came for her. The last, who was a slightly older women, fought with such agility that you could have sworn that she was the second half of the person first mentioned for this group. Her eyes, though they held kindness, showed nothing more for her enemies than sympathy.
In the final grouping, there were four older warriors. Though their ages weren't that mucholder that the others, their skills still surpassed those of their comrades. The first, whom was slightly older than the others except one, had anger shown upon her face. Her ability, though, showed nothing moreto her enemies except the strength she held for herself and the others. The second was a man, slightly older than the woman just mentioned, was smooth and calm with his work. He seemed to hold no care in the world as he just continued to fight those he and his comrades considered their enemies. The third, his hair long and dove white, seemed to poccess the same skills and mystery as the former man. And although he never showed it, you could see the despair he was in as he reverted his eyes tot he golden haired women, then back at his enemies. Concern seen from him as he looked over. The fourth, a women with hair as dark as the enemy's cloak, held her sword tight within her hands. Her eyes switching back and forth to watch the concerned man and her enemy. The last of this group looked the youngest of the five. But she was a warrior of such skill, as with the others, it seemed as though she looked upon the enemy with a vengence. Her eyes burning deep within the enemy's soul, or what could be called a soul. Her honey colored hair was put up in many tight braids, each held back in a single pony tail. Making it seem as though her hair was made out to be a whip.
These groups, although different in some way, all fought with such speed, agility and skill that it was hard to even skim breeze surrounding them.
Satan, upon hearing of what these warriors were like, was severely disappointed that not a one of his spies were able to find a single flaw. The man who had died to warn him spoke the truth with his last breath. But Satan, being who or what he was, sought out to defeat these "warriors" and prove to God himself that he was stronger than the rest of them. But unknown to Satan, these thirteen warriors were possibly more than he could handle.
~*~ TBC ~*~
A.N. So, what y'all think of the Prologue? Interesting at all? And to the question that might be asked (Why haven't I mentioned any couples yet?), that's because the way this Prologue was meant to be written. I was going to put ppl into suspence about who the couple(s) might be, but then you'd all probably hate me for it or something. But don't worry, in chapter 1, the first couple of this story (if there are anymore than just them) will be mentioned. But you'll all have to wait to find out. So plz review! I'm having a great time writing this story. So until then, Ja 4 now!
~*~ Q.M. ~*~
Preview of Chapter 1:
A women, her hair pulled up in many braids that was held in a hair tie. swung at her enemy with a breeze as one by one came for her. The scold she held on her face told the looker of hatred and anguish. But, as though her fortune was against her, her vision began to blur. Blocking her view from the attacking enemies. The enemy, seeing her slight moment of disconcentration, swung at her. Taking his chance of attack. The women, feeling the sword slice through her side, screamed from the pain. Blackening out, she started falling to earth. Disappearing from her comrades' sights as she passed through the clouds, straight to the earth's ground.