So I just can't write the fucking prologue... God damn it.

Prologue: V1.

5/19/2017

The morning's rays shined down through the treetops giving an illusion of a beautiful day, though today was nothing like that for me. A paw held its grip tight around my wrist, tight enough to draw blood. It was agonizing to know that he was dragging me to my fate. What was going to happen to me was real; I was going to die. They were going to kill me, but I didn't deserve this. I was just a typical person who simply fell in love.

"Gabby Allison!" An espeon said, anger resonating from her voice. That was my mother, a piece of shit that valued her reputation more than me.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Sleeping around with a girl, you know better than that; I raised you better than that." The flareon holding me let go of my wrist, sending me falling to the ground where my tears stained the dirt.

"I'm sorry, mom... I-I just love her."

"bullshit you did, your just a stupid bitch who can't handle her heat!" My mother yelled. A crowd was now starting to gather around us, and I could feel their resentment towards me.

"Now, Gabby, you're going to come and tell the town what you have been doing behind everyone's backs." She grabbed both of my black paws and tied them together using her psychic gem, But I refused to go with her willingly. I tried to break myself free from the psychic force that kept my hands at bay, but I couldn't. Soon enough, I couldn't struggle anymore, and she won, dragging me to a massive tree that lived in the middle of the tribe. The tree's base had a wooden platform elevated higher than the ground below it, making for a perfect stage. When I was up onto the stage, I could see the same tribe I grew up in. Most of the people looking at me had a look of confusion. They didn't understand what I did to deserve this treatment, But they will all hate me soon enough.

"Gabby lost Allison, umbreon of the Lost Lake tribe. Do you have anything that you would like to tell this tribe?" She announced to the few people living here. I could feel the anger starting to rise in me.

What, does she think that I'm just going to confess to what I have done.

"Gabby, you know how this works." She hissed, spitting venom with her words.

Well, if I'm going to die today, then I'm not going down without a fight.

"Ok. Let me go back to when I met the love of my life..."

Prologue: V2.

Soulmates.

That word described us perfectly.

Soulmates...

She was my soulmate. Every fiber of her being was perfect. The way she would laugh at my stupid jokes or sparkle in the night... She was perfect, No one could tell me otherwise. Her innocence was so pure. How could anyone resent that... How could they hurt that?

She would always come crying to me for my help after every fight, every word. I could always see real pain in her eyes. A pain so deep and empty that it hurt me.

She was just as broken as me.

It killed me to know that, to see what her mother was doing to her. I felt helpless for her. Knowing that she never deserved that. Why her mother was so cruel was beyond me.

I would always let her in, let her cry on my shoulder. Her warm salty tears stained both our fur. I always comforted her, telling her that "tonight, you won't have to worry about a damn thing." But she would always worry, always tire herself out until she fell asleep in my arms. I inevitably let her sleep in my bed, wrapping her tight with the soft blankets, letting her sleep the night away. She always woke up in the morning with a sleepy expression on her face. Her willingness to cuddle with me warmed my heart. Her soft smile glowed brightly in the morning sun.

Those mornings were the only times I've ever seen her happy, with a bright smile that I knew would disappear. But I always relish the moment, holding her close in my arms. We both wish that this could be forever. It hurt to know that I couldn't love her forever. To know that I couldn't hold her jet black fur whenever. Soon people would know about us. They would carry us to that stage, demand our lives for what we did, for the love we had. They would kill us just because we loved each other, just because we were both females.

But who cares. We were happy, isn't that all that matters. How we felt. I thought we lived out in the wild to feel right, to enjoy our lives. Not to fear for them.

But we wouldn't stop this love. It just felt so right, like we were meant to be like we were soulmates.

That night was a rough one. The rain from the day before dampened everything, leaving a subtle dew in the air. The atmosphere was draining, leaving you wanting to lay in bed.