Author's Note: Hello peeps!!! This is another of my pathetic attempts to write a fanficton. I don't know what you all would think of it, but I hope that it is a fiction that is worth reading as well as continuing. I really hope that you all will enjoy reading it, as much as I am enjoying writing it. The earlier few chapters would be rather short, I'm afraid, but not to fret!; I will be churning out longer, and hopefully, better and less crappy chapters that would not a be a sore to your eyes.

Alrightey! With that said and written (Doesn't really make sense, but hey, you know what I mean!), let's go on with the plot!!!

Summary

Who is he? Who is she? Most importantly, who are you?

A prophecy has yet to be fulfilled in a dimension where the powerless are suppressed and the authority are tactless of the citizens. A rebellion is under that way, but everything seems to be still in a mess; would they be able to pull it out? And just who is that mysterious girl? And that guy who saved her? A puzzle that is waiting to be solved is awaiting the heroes on their quest to fulfill the prophecy. The question is, would they succeed?

--Flashback; The Long-Lost Memory--

By Adi-chan / cutie-angel

Prologue; The Beginning

"Hush. Don't worry. Everything's gonna be all right. Shhh..." murmured a twelve year old boy softly into her ears. They were tucked in a dark, musky closet. The ground was uncomfortably cold and the chilly air was just making matters worse.

Suddenly all hell broke loose. Glasses shattered, statues tumbled down and shattered, while the ground trembled with an enormous force.

She screamed, frantic, almost hysterical. She didn't understand this. What was wrong? Where were they? Where was HE? She struggled against the boy's grip and eventually succeeded.

"No!!! Don't!!" yelled the very same boy, now panicked, unlike the calm boy he was just seconds ago.

He stumbled behind her, trying to catch her; too late. Running towards the door, she slammed herself against it. With all of her strength, she forced the door open; what she saw was unexpected and shocking. Gone were the cozy and cheerful décor. Rumbles and fragments of them were there instead. Blazing fire was all around the room, engulfing everything in fire, like a hungry animal, devouring everything in its path. And what's that? That black, murky pool of fluid on the gray floor? She started to scuttle towards it, but a figure caught her eyes.

A cloaked man stood amidst the chaos, and he noticed her.

"There you are. Come here, uncle will not hurt you..." said that scathing, raspy voice.

She retreated, unsure of what to do. Suddenly she was pushed back.

"Over my dead body." The boy was now in front of her, shielding her from the stranger, who just chuckled.

"My, my. Still the same old Touya, aren't you?" mocked the same croaky voice.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the time, boy. Move over."

"Never. I told you, over my dead body"

He sighed. "I wanted to spare you, but I guess, plans have to change. Bid you sister your last goodbye."

And it all happened in a spilt of a second. A bright flash shone, and as fast as it had come to shine, everything went dark again. The boy collapsed onto the floor almost instantaneously. He was struggling, blood flowing from his mouth.

"Live, Sakura, live..."

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A girl sat up straight on her bed. Cold sweat trickled down her chin, and she trembled. This has been the umpteenth she had that same gory dream; every single night it will come to her and haunt her. Straining her memory, she tried to recall the people involved in her dream. The man and the boy. What's that boy's name again? Who was he? What has he got to do with her? And what about that cloaked man?

After a moment of attempting to remember, she gave up. It always gave her a massive headache. Sighing heavily, she got out of her bed. The wooden floor beneath her creaked, and she winced. Hopefully no one heard that. Slowly and nimbly, she sneaked to the kitchen. Slowly she took a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a bit of water from the ceramic jug.

"Can't sleep?" asked a gentle voice behind her.

Startled, she almost released her grip on the cup, luckily she didn't. She slowly turned around, sheepishly, and answered the spectacled man.

"Yes. I'm having difficulties sleeping. Did I wake you up?" she enquired.

"No, I was just reading this book..." he showed her the bulky ancient book he was holding "... when you suddenly came out of your room."

She nodded her head slowly, not knowing what to say. Soon, a silence descended upon them, and she sipped her drink slowly. The older man soon spoke up.

"Sakura-chan, you..." he started; yet he never continued.

"Yes?"

"I... You should go back to bed. It's late." He ended. Not yet. I can't tell her now. I know time is running short, but I just can't tell her now. Tomorrow maybe...

"Sure. You should too, you know?" she replied, while yawning widely.

"Yes, I will soon. Good night." He bade her good night, fully knowing it would be the last time he will ever say that.

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AN: hi there!!! So what do you think? Is it worthy continuing? Hope soo... Please drop a review! Really appreciate it!