((Author's Notes First Fanfic! This prologue will be told in the view point of the main character Elena, and then in the next few chapters of Richard, you'll find out who he is in chapter one.))
The worst thing a mother can experience is the lost of her child.
It was cold, too cold for my liking but Maria really wanted to play in the falling snow outside our house. Oh, Maria, I am so sorry. She looked just like an angel with her rosey cheeks and bouncy golden curls, dotted with pure white snow. She was only five! You bastards, she was only five!
Holding her in my arms, lifeless as the men circled me, I could do nothing but cry. I can't fight them, I never could. They took everything; my home, my life, my dreams...and now my only child, the last bit that kept me sane. I could hear them laugh at me, but their voices were distant as if from another world far, far away. A single gunshot cut off the view of my daughter and sent me into a warm, welcoming abyss.
There I saw Maria again. She was smiling and running towards me, at least here we can be together with out fear! No, something called me, a flap of wings pulled at my senses and I saw Maria stop and wave, not a greeting but a goodbye.
"Maria!" I cried out, "Maria!"
No I don't want to leave her, I want to stay with her, please let me stay with her!
My body suddenly felt very cold, I don't like the cold. Something deep in my chest wanted to bust out. I felt myself sitting up and scream as loud as I could, I screamed her name.
Though my eyes didn't open, I could hear birds, startled by my scream, take flight, all but one a crow. A crow was what I saw when I opened my eyes, staring at me, as still as stone.
My body shivered, but my mind was calm. Something about me was different and looking into the black pools of the crows eye told me everything.
The crow took flight leaving me alone with my daughter. She was till in my arms, her rosey cheeks a pale blue and her golden curls lifeless and matted to her tiny face. I couldn't cry, I won't cry, not till I have my revenge.
I lifted her up, my body stiff from the cold and I carried her inside our house, OUR house. It had taken all my saving to buy this house. This house where Maria spent three years of her life, this house away from the city. Now it didn't matter, nothing mattered...I am going to kill those bastards.