A/N: This is a prolouge kinda thing, so that's why it's so short. I'm suprised there are only like fourteen fics for Kiesha'ra...we need more fans! Anyways, this was something I wrote awhile ago and just decided to post it now. It sucky and probably contains a lot of spelling errors, if anyone's interested, I'm in need of a BetaReader. I don't know how often I will update this, seeing as I don't yet have a plot,...and I will be away on vacation from Thursday Aug. 4--Aug.8 until the following Monday.

I'll see what I can do. Read and review, it makes me happy and more motivated to update. No flames please, first fic!

Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form, do I own Amelia's work, Hawksong and all related Characters are copyrighted to her, not me. If I owned them, the series would probably suck. Enjoy!

I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And mountaintops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast.

Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow

My prayer is simple, my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well, and this life can be grand.

-- Hawksong

The night was dark, an erie, forbiding chill glided gently on the breeze, like a delicate feather, fallen from the glistening golden wings of a hawk. The land was barren, not a single plant remained, and the dark earthen soils were disrupted by the slight vibrations of footsteps. These footsteps, kicking up tiny dust clouds, were my own, leading me to a place that was so familiar, in the most disturbing of ways. The deserted earthern ground was soaked and shaded slightly in crimson...the color of blood.

The battlefeild wasn't the safest place, as my mother would have said, not for you, and so I forbid you to walk the feilds. I could hear my mother's scolding voice revrebrating throughout the chambers of my mind. With a sigh, I ignored the nagging voice of my consciene and continued walking, confident enough in my own territory, I have walked here countless times before. The war that raged between our peoples, the Serpiente and the Avians, was just a meaningless excuse to slaughter, and it hasn't stopped, continuously accusing one another of treason, doesn't help much in that account. The scholars have read through the library inmummerable times, looking for some small detail, that they may have overlooked, but...nothing. In our records there is nothing, nothing on how this war started, and nothing on how to end it...we just have to endure.

With another sigh, this one barley audiable, I shifted my human form for that of a golden hawk, and took flight. Nighttime flights always help relieve me of my troubles, and I dwell on my thoughts for the day, re-thinking the events, play-by-play, in my mind. It gives me a sort of,..peace of mind feeling, a sense of relieveation. I cut through the skies, silent as the night, From up here I get a bird's eye view of the feild, and take in the sights before me with a feeling of overwhelming dread. How was this started? How many lives has this war taken? How many of the Royal flight were taken today? Their lives forfeit? How long will this meaingless slaughter continue for? Ten years? A hundred? When will it end? Will there ever be peace? So many questions, and so few answers.

Before Maueve's Coven split; before the spark of hatred, between our peoples, ignited, and fed the flames of war with their undying hostility; Our people, our race, the shapeshifters, were able to easily out-live any human. It was rumored, that we could last for more than three-centuraires, but with the war raging on, we are unsure of what tomorrow will bring: More Bloodshed? More Death? Hope? An end? I, too am unsure of what our future will hold, I can only sit by and watch, our people do not grieve over losses. The avain people have a very serene air about them, we mask our feelings behind a reserve, a reseve that every Avian child is taught before they are even taught to fly. The Serpiente are different, they do not hold their emotions back, compose themsevles, as well as we do. Serpiente legend has it, that the avian people have no hearts, and ours says more or less the same; if our ledgend is as wrong as theirs,...could we just slid past our differences, would that put an end to the war? Will it ever stop?

Danica Shardea,

Heir to the Tuuli Thea

And, there's the prolouge. Yes I know it's short and sucky, don't shoot me!

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