Prologue: Blood & Silver Tears:

A light wind blows through the trees as a pale silver moon shins down upon a mist-covered graveyard.

As the mist is blown away by the wind a young 16-year-old boy appears out of the smoky mist, he is standing by a gravestone staring down at the letters engraved on the stone.

The gravestone he is staring down has the name R.A.V.E.N engraved in the front of it as well as the birth and death dates, Birth unknown, Death December 25, 2009 was the date that she had died on.

The 16-year-old boy stood holding a black and dark blue rose in his left hand as his long black and silver hair swayed in the wind that moved through the graveyard.

The 16-year-old boy had dark blue eyes and wear a long black trench coat as long as Raven's cloak, along with his trench coat went a black shirt and black leather paints that were loss around the lags.

Pinned to his trench coat is a brimstone pendent just like Raven's and it shone brightly as he stood there staring down at the gravestone.

The teenager bent down to the gravestone and put the black and dark blue rose down beside the gravestone and stood back up and when he did two tears from each eye fell to the ground and vanished in the cold, mist covered ground.

The teenager raised his head to the dark heaven above him as more silver tears fell from his eyes and hit the ground under his feet.

He stood staring up at the silver moon for a while before he looked back down at the gravestone.

"Why...why did you die? Why did you have to got and leave me with all your unknown powers and the misunderstandings that I yet do not understand myself why, why, WHY DID YOU DIE?" the teenager yelled.

The teenager falls to his keens before the gravestone as silver tears hit the ground before him a tall, dark and cold figure of a man emerges out of the mist and darkness.

The tall and dark man walks up behind the teenager and pulls out a black handgun and points it at the teenager's head.

The teenager's eyes widen he knows who the man is behind him, the man kicks the teenager in the back and tells him to get up, "now, now it was her time to go you now that" he tells the teenager as he gets up off the ground but dose not turn to face his assassin.

"I know that I was you who killed her" the teenager replied

"of course you do that's why I'm here to kill you as well so you can join her, think of it as a gift form me to you" the man answered back.

"I want let you get away with what you did" the teenager retorted, the man laughed at this as me put a bullet into the handgun barrel.

"Now how are you going to do that when your going to be dead?" he asked the teenager.

"I have my ways" the teenager replied as the man pushed the gun close to his head and started to pull back on the gun's trigger.

"and what would that be?" the man asked the teenager who carefully pull a black curved danger from his trench coat pocket.

The teenager flipped the dagger around in his hand so it was in the right position for a quick assault on the man behind him.

The man was just about to finish pulling back on the trigger when the teenager spun around and stuck the curved dagger into the man's heart and gave it a twist.

The man's eyes widened with shock at what the teenager had just done he never had thought that he had the bravery to do such a act of revenge.

The teenager pushed his long black and silver bangs out of his eyes as he spoke to the dying man before him.

"You asked me what would that be mean how I would stop you and I give you my answer" the teenager replied turned to look back at the gravestone, the man stumbled backwards as he held the gun out at the teenager as blood ran from his mouth.

The teenager turned back around to face the man to see the barrel of the gun pointed right as his chest, "you may have ended my life short fool but there is more of my kind out there in Gothem city waiting to take down the rest of your so called family and will I stand here with what life I have left in me I may as well take you down with me" the man hissed as he finished pulling back on the trigger lunging the one bullet from the gun barrel and into the teenager's chest.

The man stood holding the gun out at the teenager for a while then suddenly he feel over backwards and took his last breath as death over took him, the teenager stood wide eyed as blood gushed from the bullet wound.

The teenager put in left hand over the bullet wound to stop it from bleeding but it did not help for pain and dizziness over took him as his vision blurred into shadows as he feel over and hit the ground.

He lay there on the ground blood rushed out of his wound as his vision became darker and darker as time past soon he could not longer keep his eyes open, the mist the covered his body as the overwhelming power of darkness and sleep over took him as his eyes closed shut, the night covered his body in darkness and mist.

Shadowolf XIII: "that's it for the prologue so what did you all think of it because if you guys and girls don't review I will never know if it's bad or good so review for heaven's sake or I can not put up chapter1 with out know if this story will get and responses".