Ye gods up there, I've gotta stop doing these series like this man. God only knows how many bloody incomplete ones I have hidden all over the bloody place... Still have that funky Schuldich one I haven't completed and other series-es as well... GAH. Stupid muses all running all over the place and thonking and knocking out inspiration when it arrives. I TOLD YOU GUYS HOW MANY BLOODY TIMES INSPIRATION IS NOT INTENT ON KILLING/INJURING ME WHEN IT KNOCKS ME ON THE HEAD!
Anyways, enjoy the ficlet ne?
Disclaimer:
Nope, no own any of the pretty boys in Weiß, nope. However though, I do own the creatures here and the funky weapons they have as well. Grins Plot is mine, mine and mine alone. Anyone who decides to happily copy it will risk having serious bitching from yours truly.
Serious thanks to you-know-who-s for the "Dungeons and Dragons" guidebooks which is helping me here.
Warning:
AU/Alternate UniverseFiclet.
This is the first part of the prologue. No problems if you don't understand. Will have part 2 up as soon as I'm finished with it, which, hopefully, is soon.
Prologue : Angel
The woods were eerily silent, the creatures which had once used to live here gone, having ran away for fear of their lives, fleeing from something the humans who had lived nearby realised too late. The young boy stalked silently through the forest, bow clutched tightly in his hand, careful not to let the sound of the crunching of the leaves underfoot travel too far, lest he scare away any hunt for the day.
That is, if there was any game left to hunt.
Violet eyes looked around as he continued on his search, his ears picking up the faint sound of water flowing, somewhere east perhaps. A water source. Perhaps he could find something there, everything needed water, including animals. Slowly, he followed the sound, tiptoeing across the leaf covered ground.
The sound of movement, he ducked behind a large tree. He slowed his breathing, not wanting the sound to travel far and scare his hunt away, or put it on guard. The water source, it was the river which led into the village. It was only a few meters away, quite close by to his hiding spot.
A soft moaning sound drifted along with the sounds of movement. And then, silence.
He peered round the side, his eyes scanning the area around before landing on a figure just beside the river, further down from where he was. No wonder he didn't notice him when he arrived. Taking a swift glance around, he cautiously made his way towards the figure.
It was a man, or at least something which resembled one.
Tattered wings lay open on his back while bits of white stood out, tearing apart the skin and exposing themselves to the outside world. The blood slowly seeped into the river next to the fallen body, merging with the water to become one. One leg was broken badly, twisted so that it was facing the other direction, the other badly burnt. Numerous sword wounds covered his arms. Hair the colour of honey surrounded his head, covering half the badly bruised face, a deep cut on the forehead contributing to a tiny puddle of blood collecting beneath.
The young redhead knelt down, hand reaching out to brush away the strands. There was a sense of familiarity deep within him, something which cried out for him to touch the blond.
Angels...
He jerked his hand back, the word gone as sudden as it had formed. He looked around, ears straining for any sounds while violet orbs narrowed.
There was no one around.
His instincts screamed loudly, commanding him to move away, telling him that something was wrong. Slowly he stood up, right hand reaching back for an arrow as he prepared for an ambush. He nocked his arrow, body tensed for a fight as a gentle breeze blew through.
A noise behind, the rustling of leaves.
He spun around, releasing the arrow into the distance as he reached behind for another. He paused, arm locked in that position, fingers just touching the end of the hard wood as he realised that it was only the wind. His heart pounded in his rib cage, the adrenaline starting its race around his body. Slowly, his fingers grasped the edge of the arrow, arm ready to pull back at a moment's notice as he dug his right foot into the ground.
Then, it happened.
A/N:
Welp, here's the beginning. Have the second part almost completed and hope to complete it by tomorrow cause the fucking prologue's too bloody long. Review, Comment and Criticize pleasepleaseplease.
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