Shakiazu: Wow I haven't posted on here in a while. Guess school does that to you. Well please enjoy and don't be afraid to give constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at a Legacy of Kain fiction so please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of LoK though I wish I could... le sigh But see Ha! Now you can't sue me!


Wheel of Fate, Chapter one

Colors swirled and danced around him. A wind blew against him as the past rewrote itself. The sense of change was around him, a new sense that he had never felt. Not only did that feeling occur around him but he felt it in himself. Slowly the wind died and the dancing colors stilled revealing a world that he had seen a long time ago.

The world was a very familiar place to what he remembered but there were differences here. The grass was green and plant life spilled up around him. Clean air filled his senses as he took a deep breath and looked up to the sky. There were dark clouds covering it blocking the rays of the sun yet they were not the menacing ones he remembered. They were clean, yet they still blocked the sun and plant life flourished.

Finally he stole himself to look down at his own body. He noticed his wings had not returned but he did not mind as much as he thought he would. Flesh covered his body. Long black hair in front of his face soft and silky against his sensitive skin. A gentle wind blew and it caused him to shiver from the heightened sensation.

He sighed. "It has been far to long . . . " He thought letting his eyes close He, Raziel, had forgotten the gentle caress of wind, the feeling of the grass beneath his taloned feet. The feel of midnight black strands gentle caressing his pale skin. But he was roughly torn away from these thoughts when he remembered he shouldn't be alone. He opened his eyes and looked around the grassy area in search of the one that was to be with him.

When he looked around at first he found himself alone but looking a little farther eh saw a body laying under a nearby tree. He tilted his head at the sight before him. It was a man with silver hair and pale white skin. He was laying on the grass facing away from him. He moved forward trying to get a better look but not alert him. He was wearing an outfit he had never seen before. Red cloth and black leather. The red hood of his shirt was off his head allowing the long silver hair to pool around him. But it was then that eh realized that the man wasn't breathing.

He rushed over to the man and shook him gently to see if he could get a response. He then flipped the man over to his back so he could get a better look at him. One of his cloven hands came up to cover his mouth as he looked into the face of the man. He shook his head in disbelief. It was the one that had been with him on that final moment before the past rewrote itself.

"No . . . " He managed out. "Kain . . . " He hardly recognized his master in this form. Kain's handsome features relaxed as his body lay limply on the ground before him. He had to help him, as much as he still wanted to deny it, he needed Kain. He looked around for something to help him. Kain needed to feed but the world had not recovered enough to allow animals to return to their homes.

But a thought struck him, it he had regenerated to be a living creature again then he must have blood? Well he hoped he was right because otherwise Kain was lost to him. He brought his wrist up to his mouth and slit it with an elongated fang. He smiled when he felt blood rush from the wound. He brought Kain's body to lean up against his. Then placing his wrist to Kain's mouth he let it drain till he had to rub Kain's throat to get his body to swallow it. He continued this till Kain's body actually started to draw the blood from him and swallow the life giving liquid of his own will.

He finally felt Kain's hand come up and grasp at Raziel's arm forcing him to keep his wrist against his mouth. But Raziel finally had to pull it away for fear he would take too much at once and get ill. It was then that misted golden eyes opened to look up at him. A weak smile came across his face and three words issued from him in a weak raspy voice.

"My dear Raziel . . . "