A/N: Okay, this is my first fan-fic (that I've let anyone read), so please don't hate me if it sux.

Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own this... blah, blah, blah... all I own is the story, and I'm thinking about disowning that, too...

Prologue: No Light Left in his Eyes

The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself. –Mark Twain

A young man sits alone beneath an old tree, just as the sun begins to rise. The moon sinks down lower and lower, taking away the only protection he had. When dawn came, he always felt lost. That velvety night sky, draped over the shoulders of the earth, was lifted magnificently and the broad sapphire expanse of the morning was revealed.

He had been there for all of two days. He hadn't moved, except to occasionally take in deep drafts of water from the stream that twisted along beside his lonely sanctuary. One could only wonder why he sat there still as a statue, barely even blinking. One could only vaguely interpret his actions, and have the uncertain knowledge that all those interpretations would be wrong.

Birds began to sing joyfully as the day's first rosy blush appeared on the creamy grey clouds. Only moments ago, he could swear he heard the beautifully crystal singing of the stars, but now there was only a dutiful silence. The great yellow sun had a role to fulfill; he could not dream of frolicking about, servant to only his own whims. So he remained silent. A sort of vapid lullaby hung down from him, clinging to his earthbound rays, and the friends of the great star took away some of his sorrow. It was a sight that could have made any misty-eyed fool sick with an off-shot of joy. But to the man that lived in a sort of restless, mournful daze, the sight brought him only more worry.

That tree that sheltered him was one thing he could be sure of. All the truths he used to hold were shattered, and the loneliness was almost too much to bear. It was a lovely beginning, and even the wind blew its secrets around as though inviting anyone to listen. But there was only one who would listen that day.

He was obviously alone, though it was very hard to tell if that was by choice or otherwise. The air around him had an aura of sorrow, and it was not hard to perceive that something in his life had recently scarred him. All of his mind was locked on the event, and it would take ages for him to recover.

Yet even in his state of squalor he was beautiful. His features were proud and strong, though his face would not show any emotion. The cruelty that once unobtrusively hung there was gone, though his old and cultured coldness still remained. Almost anyone who saw him would simply think he was resting- tired from a long and arduous night. But to those few observers worthy of the sight, his eyes gave everything away. They were so iced and threatening, that it very nearly hurt to meet their gaze. But it was a chilling sadness that made his stare bearable, and your heart, if you had one at all, was stirred into an emotion akin to pity.

Though, it would not be right to pity that strong being, and he himself would never allow it. The weight on his shoulders was becoming a strain, and it wouldn't do to keep it any longer. Not bothering to check for enemies around him, his eyelids dropped down, and covered his stretched and blatantly exhausted eyes. Sleep began to claim him. All the pride he once had was gone, and it was clear that all the value of living was gone. There was no happiness in those golden pools; the light that had once been in his eyes was gone.

Ok, that's the prologue! Review if you liked it, please! I want to know if it's good or not!