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is ^.^
~~~~~~~~~~ When a flame Remind you of someone Who could it be? Could it be me? That you would think of? Maybe you'll think of Hokage Uruha My brother, Kurei, and his flame angel, Kurenai, My half-brother, Recca, and his eight flame dragons But, Will you think of? The clone they call Renge? ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Renge Reborn
Prologue
In the dark and abandoned Hell or Heaven liar, a stone moved. Something was below it.. It seems to be trapped. Again and again, it tried to get out. One, two.
"Ahh~~!!!" a loud scream came below it, and finally, the stone rolled over. Something in black stood up... no, it was someone.
The figure's long hair was messy and dirty. Her oversized cloak was half- torn, with a sleeve missing, as if she had gone thought a fierce fire. Her other sleeve was so long, it covered her hands completely.
Slowly, she tried to pull herself out of the rocks. She moved with caution. Her right leg hurting every time she moved them, like there was a bone broken or something. Finally, she managed to step out of the pile of rocks. Her cloak flew up as the wind caught it, giving her a peasant breeze. After walking for some distanced, moving pass dead figures on the group, and getting more and more frighten by the minute, she came across a lake. Her thirst was strong, and as she bend down slowly, avoiding putting pressure on her right leg, a reflection formed clearly in the waters for her to see.
Her hair was a fine, lovely silk of orange, and her face sweet as candy, yet with a touch of elegant. Her eyes show a child-like winkle, and her red lips put even the most beautiful roses to shame. The only strange thing on her angelic face is two purple lines running from each side of her eyes to her checks. She took a bit of water, and tried to wash the strange makings off her face, but it stay there. Those markings are part of her. part of her past.
"My past. what is it?" She asked no one. What's her name? What is she doing here? How did she get here? Where do she come from? Where's her home? Who are her friends? Who is her family? Who. is she? May unanswered questions come to her mind. There was no one to help her ease the pain in her.
Dragging herself away from the lake, she came across a room, with lots of toys. But the toys are all broken. A cute little teddy bear, which was torn into half, sat at the far corner of the room. Strangely, she was attracted to the little bear. As she picked it up, the wind blew below her ears, whispering a name to her.
"..Renge."
Jumping from the shocked, she landed on her injured leg, putting pressure she had tried so had to avoid on it and fell down. "Renge..who is she?" She asked the bear. "Is Renge. is Renge me?"
She took the bear in her arms, and then walked out, to a compound. A fight. there was a fight here. There were burned marks all over the place. and.Blood. blood on the floor..
Another wave of pain hit her head. She saw two people. One in black, the other in Red, fighting with .. Flames from their hands? The black figure turned.. It was the person she saw in the lake.. Her reflection. The one in red wore a mask. She can't see his face clearly, but she feels as if she knew him for a long time. Who is he?
". Kurei." the wind blew again.
"Ku. Kurei?" she asked the wind, which gave her no reply.
~~~~~~~~~~ When a flame Remind you of someone Who could it be? Could it be me? That you would think of? Maybe you'll think of Hokage Uruha My brother, Kurei, and his flame angel, Kurenai, My half-brother, Recca, and his eight flame dragons But, Will you think of? The clone they call Renge? ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Renge Reborn
Prologue
In the dark and abandoned Hell or Heaven liar, a stone moved. Something was below it.. It seems to be trapped. Again and again, it tried to get out. One, two.
"Ahh~~!!!" a loud scream came below it, and finally, the stone rolled over. Something in black stood up... no, it was someone.
The figure's long hair was messy and dirty. Her oversized cloak was half- torn, with a sleeve missing, as if she had gone thought a fierce fire. Her other sleeve was so long, it covered her hands completely.
Slowly, she tried to pull herself out of the rocks. She moved with caution. Her right leg hurting every time she moved them, like there was a bone broken or something. Finally, she managed to step out of the pile of rocks. Her cloak flew up as the wind caught it, giving her a peasant breeze. After walking for some distanced, moving pass dead figures on the group, and getting more and more frighten by the minute, she came across a lake. Her thirst was strong, and as she bend down slowly, avoiding putting pressure on her right leg, a reflection formed clearly in the waters for her to see.
Her hair was a fine, lovely silk of orange, and her face sweet as candy, yet with a touch of elegant. Her eyes show a child-like winkle, and her red lips put even the most beautiful roses to shame. The only strange thing on her angelic face is two purple lines running from each side of her eyes to her checks. She took a bit of water, and tried to wash the strange makings off her face, but it stay there. Those markings are part of her. part of her past.
"My past. what is it?" She asked no one. What's her name? What is she doing here? How did she get here? Where do she come from? Where's her home? Who are her friends? Who is her family? Who. is she? May unanswered questions come to her mind. There was no one to help her ease the pain in her.
Dragging herself away from the lake, she came across a room, with lots of toys. But the toys are all broken. A cute little teddy bear, which was torn into half, sat at the far corner of the room. Strangely, she was attracted to the little bear. As she picked it up, the wind blew below her ears, whispering a name to her.
"..Renge."
Jumping from the shocked, she landed on her injured leg, putting pressure she had tried so had to avoid on it and fell down. "Renge..who is she?" She asked the bear. "Is Renge. is Renge me?"
She took the bear in her arms, and then walked out, to a compound. A fight. there was a fight here. There were burned marks all over the place. and.Blood. blood on the floor..
Another wave of pain hit her head. She saw two people. One in black, the other in Red, fighting with .. Flames from their hands? The black figure turned.. It was the person she saw in the lake.. Her reflection. The one in red wore a mask. She can't see his face clearly, but she feels as if she knew him for a long time. Who is he?
". Kurei." the wind blew again.
"Ku. Kurei?" she asked the wind, which gave her no reply.