Prologue:
The Secret

The secret was ancient as so were the keepers of it. A terrible, despairing echo swelling inside their heads pleading to stop the horrible silence outside. Generation, after generation, their were those who were "honored" had the secret passed down to them by the others who had lived with their own burden of having that secret inside of them. And generation after generation, they implored, they begged, they cried to be able to finally let it out and hear its sound outside of their head so that they could finally rest in peace for that terrible task that had been endowed to them made them winch in horror and guilt in knowing there was nothing they could do to stop it.

But their wishes were nothing to ears of destiny; She alone was the queen of the future, the selfish ruler who built the roads of people in an attempt to amuse herself as she watched the tiny, insignificant people get lost in their own tracks. So the keepers would bite their lips, cover their aching head with their hands in despair, and let nothing out of those lips, which had been cursed to be silent.

It was destined for two people to fall in love, to give life in love, and to die in love. Their deaths would be the destruction of so many lives; a terrible impact on those around them.

But.. It had to be so. For then, a boy would live.