AN: Ok, since this is my first fic, I must ask all of you to take it easy on me please and pardon for any stupid mistakes and/or suckish sequences. I accept constructive criticism, but I don't think I can handle flames yet. Here is the prologue to my first story ever. I would appreciate reviews. It tells the terrible past from all the main characters in this story so that none of you can get confused in the near future of this fic. I'd also like to thank the person who ever created the Ham-Humans and the Ham-Humans belong entirely to you, and in no way am I trying to copy you.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own any of the following products mentioned in this story which include Anime, T.V., Electronics, Cars, Movies, etc. etc, nor did I attempt to question the word of God. All of the original characters/items belong to their original creators. Sigh, life is so unfair…

Prologue: The beginning of the Void

Darkness surrounded them as the creatures continued onward. They were shadows, dark beings with no existence in the world. They were creations of the Dark Master. Their purpose: to kill all light and goodness from people's hearts. That is the way in which they work. And they will stop at nothing to do what the Master had asked them to do.

"Run, Madison! Hurry!!" A man said, wearing a dark uniform while carrying a gleaming silver sword in his left hand; in his right was the tiny hand of his one and only child, who was struggling against the mounds of dirt seeping up into her nostrils and eyes as she was desperately trying to keep up with her father, the Captain of the Royal Army.

"Father, I can't!" She wailed miserably as she started to slow down, fatigue and tiredness weighing down on her tiny body. Her father looked concerned and worried as he eyed the surrounding premises around them. There was screaming in the background as the people in this city, this city in which the Captain had visited with his daughter leaving his wife behind, was in torment. And on top of that, his only daughter could possibly be in danger of getting…killed.

Shaking this out of his head, he sent himself into his instincts, completely aware of the surrounding enemies fighting and killing the people around him. Protecting his daughter was his main priority. They were surely in danger now, since they had stopped for a brief moment to catch their rushing breathes. That is until…

"Hello, Josaiah."

The Captain of the Royal Army whipped around to see a very familiar face he did not want to see.

"Zodias."

He whispered the name in malice, as though it were poison that could potentially kill him. He drew his sword and pointed it at his sworn enemy, the very one that he was sent to destroy in the first place. "You will pay for killing these people." The little girl flinched. She had never heard her father sound so angry before and she felt as though this was a dark meeting between the two. She couldn't help but peek up at the shadowy figure.

His hair was a dark mahogany color and he was clad in a type of armor that seemed to glimmer with darkness. But his eyes, his eyes sent shivers up her spine that made her want to run. They were a bottomless pit of nothing; a black emptiness that sent a chilly air around him. A black sword was at his side.

The man named Zodias chuckled, "Don't be so harsh, Josaiah. You shouldn't take your anger out on me since I'm not the one killing the people of this city." The Captain glared murderously at him. "But, I guess you should take your anger out on me since I just killed your so called 'Superior Commander.'" The Captain's eyes immediately widened in shock which made Zodias chuckle with pleasure.

"You what?!"

"Now, now. You heard me. I killed your best friend and his wife." He said this as though it wasn't at all something to care about. But, Josaiah looked at him with a glare that meant a killer. "Now his son is next."

"I will never let you kill their only son. He's the Protector of the King." He said in an extremely calming voice. Zodias's smirk was replaced with a glare.

He replied, "You think so, huh? Well, we'll just see about that. Give us the girl." He then proceeded making his way over the mounds of dead bodies that collected during the battle.

Josaiah stared worriedly after his daughter in complete fear. "Run, Madison. RUN!!! RUN!!!" Not taking a second glance at her father, Madison Taylor ran towards the federal direction they were heading in the first place. Behind her, she could hear the agonizing yells from both men as they were locked in a fierce sword-to-sword battle.

"GET THE GIRL!!" She heard Zodias yelling and knowing they were after her, she continued running as fast as her little legs could take her. However, she managed to trip over a rock and she laid in the dirt, completely still while breathing slowly. She lifted herself up slowly from her position. The dark creatures were running towards her now at an alarming speed. That's when she remembered what her mother told her before she left with her father.

"In times of crises, Madison, you have to collect all the fear inside of you and let it escape your body. Fear will only make you slower; you must be brave for you own sake as well as mine and your father's. Once you tame your fear, you have to release your Aura and control it through your body."

As soon as she thought of this, she relaxed her mind and pretended the dark creatures weren't there. As though they never existed. Finally, raising both hands and clasping them together as though she were holding a spherical object, she released her Aura. Feeling the creatures disappear around her, she fell into a slow unconsciousness as she heard yelling coming from her father and Zodias for the last time from both of them, as well as the crying of a boy…

~*~*~

"But, papa. Why do I have to go to a boardi-board school and Stan doesn't?" A young girl, no more than seven, said to her father as they were walking towards the train that would take the small child to the boarding school.

Her father looked upon her sadly. "Because you need protection from the mean soldiers that are attacking us here; otherwise they'll get you just like…just like your mother." The small child nodded in understanding, looking slightly sad that she was leaving her father and older twin brother.

"Yes, papa. But, Stan and I have never been away from each other for a long, long time." The little girl replied casting a glance behind her at her brother's sulking figure. It was true, since the time of their birth both twins have never left each other's sides. They were best friends and they had the ability to sense the other's presence from far away.

"I know, honey, but you'll have to learn to accept this since you'll be all grown up by the time I see you next summer." Her mother replied, looking straight ahead of her. "Now, give your daddy a kiss and don't forget to write a letter to Stan and I." He said as he saw one of the servants waving to them. He turned to his daughter, close to tears, and embraced her as though she were a life preserver.

"I'll miss you, my sweet, sweet, little girl."

"I'll miss you papa. You and Stan."

And with that, the brave girl made her way towards the servant, taking her hand, and casted one more glance back at the crying face of her father and her depressed brother whom she wouldn't be seeing until next year.

Suddenly, her brother ran up towards the train as it was slowly leaving and saw her sister's surprised face. "Sands! Sissy! Don't forget the song I taught you! Don't forget it ok?! Whenever you sing it, you'll think of me and I'll be there with you always, Sandy!" He was yelling and the bystanders looked on in sadness before turning to do whatever they were doing. He took her hand and the tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks as his sister held out her pinky. He took it as it would've been the last time that they felt each other's presence for a long time.

"I promise. Stan."

The train rolled away into the mist as Stan's father yanked him away from the train and back towards the car. Before Stan could do or say anything, they were driving at the speed of light. Looking outside his window, Stan saw the black clouds looming overhead and the red fire flickering up from the nearby hills from the town of York.

"Dad, why's there clouds when it was sunny a few minutes ago?" He asked innocently, and his father almost had a heart-attack as he continued to drive faster, being the only car on the nearly empty roads. Stan was getting scared now, not scared for himself but for Sandy. Who knows what will happen to her? He didn't want to think about it right now, he didn't because if Sandy was gone, he'd be alone. He'd be alone with his father…

"Because, it's coming." His father said finally and reaching their home, he grabbed Stan with him out the driver's seat and ran inside, shutting, locking, and closing all the doors, windows, lights, and curtains as they headed down their basement, huddling together in silence.

For in the distance, the screaming of dying people could be heard.

~*~*~

He couldn't recall a time where there was nothing more depressing than facing an invisible enemy that had just killed both his parents. His mother, the Head Priestess, and his father, the Superior Commander of the Royal Army had just died before his eyes. As he was carrying their bodies towards their dug graves, he heard a piercing scream of defeat. He couldn't bare it anymore. It was tearing him apart to pieces. All of his life he lived a happy and good life and now here were enemies that wanted to destroy it.

Shaking with anger he transformed into his Animalia Spirit, a humongous pitch black wolf with the only sight of color to behold was his pure crystal blue eyes that were staring at the oncoming shadows hungrily in hatred. The Wolf turned its massive head towards his parents' graves where their bodies laid in peace for a final time, before he finally proceeded to tear its way through the creatures.

"Why? Why did it have to be now, why did it have to be them?" The boy's mind was screaming inside of his wolfish body, wanting himself kill more, but somehow by some miracle, his descendant declined.

"It's too dangerous Jason. Stop. I don't want you to end up like me. Stop it. Stop." The wolf and the boy, both the same beings, stopped slashing at the creatures and the entity showed himself. It was an extremely large man, tall and muscular, wearing old clothes of ancient Japan. The only thing you could see was his gleaming long silver sword that was about his height, his black spiky hair, his maroon eyes, and his sad frown. He was transparent, a residual type being.

The Wolf/boy stopped, staring at him with sad eyes that were close to tears. The man spoke in a ghost voice, "Jason, kid, stop. This is exactly what happened to me when I was your age. I turned cold and hard. But I don't want that to happen to you Jason. I know it's painful to lose both of your parents, but trust me they wouldn't want you to turn yourself hard. Don't be hard, Jason. You're a good kid. Stop."

The man was able to calm the Wolf/boy completely down and the wolf turned back into a boy. A boy who was now crying, putting all of his emotions out in the open as the man stared at him in sadness. The screaming had stopped now and the dark clouds that loomed overhead hours ago, now disappeared to show the gray clouds that were streaking rain across the ground. The creatures were crawling into dark masses, their job finally done.

But with the result of all of this, it wasn't enough to stop the pain striking the young boy's heart as he knelt down on the ground. Dead bodies were strewn everywhere across the ground with some faces that he recognize. The man, however, was looking around for any other unknown enemy that could come back; he still displayed the look of sadness with worriment added into it. He recalled a sad time in which he too, lost his parents. In which he had turned hard, cold, and completely void of all other emotions.

"Kurogane…" The boy whispered just enough so that the gruff man could hear him. Apparently he had stopped his crying.

"What?" He asked gently, eye softening as he saw the helpless body of the little boy before him.

"C-can you tell me the story again?" The boy asked, looking up while wiping his tears away. He was now done displaying his sad emotions.

"Which story?" There were millions of stories that he told the kid.

"The one where you died." The boy said softly, so as not to offend the gruff man in any way. He knew he was sensitive on the subject of his own death, but he needed to hear it so that it could comfort him.

The man sighed, knowing all along. Where would he start? "Well, you know, it was a day like this in which my mother and father died in order to protect Suwa, Japan from the same creatures you just saw." The boy winced slightly, remembering the gory image of his parents' bodies side by side in their own pool of blood. "Then, Priestess Tomoyo found me and took me in where I became the Superior Commander of the Royal Army during that time." He had a soft expression now, remembering his dear wife who was the Head Priestess just as the kid's mother had been as well as his father.

"Then one day, a million leagues of soldiers attacked. I had to protect Dr-my friend, but he told me to protect Tomoyo instead, since she could see the future. So I did, we weren't even half-way across the Palace before I was stabbed by that Eriol Hiragisawa guy (Sorry, Eriol fans out there, I like Eriol dark; it adds to his mysterious postere.). And then I saw her body fall, and that was it. Next thing I knew, I was sent for trial before the Council of Light and ended up guarding you, kid."

Kurogane had no idea why the kid wanted him to tell him a story after a blood-drained battle, but he guessed that the kid needed something to take him back to the real world. His soul was sent inside Jason Tyler for a reason: to train him to protect the King for the upcoming battle between Light and Dark. The final battle. And before he could say anything else, Jason Tyler fell into an unconscious state of mind.

~*~*~

"Alyssia, why do people call me princess?! I want to know!" A little girl whispered fiercely to her ten-year-old-sister who was crouching silently in the tiny space at the back of their closet, listening for any of those creatures. "Alyssia!" Her little sister's voice brought her back to the real world and Alyssia Gerald silently cursed herself for saying about her being a princess.

Sighing with aggravation, while still keeping an eye outside, Alyssia said, "Sacilia, you and I are princesses. And I'm not joking here. You're too young to understand anything, but we're the heirs of Tsunami Teraldi, the leading Queen of Mastino, remember? Technically, since father won't allow us to go off to some far away planet that's being destroyed this instant, we're not to act like it's a big deal 'cause a lot of people already know that we're Royalty. Got it?!"

Her older sister's glare was so fierce it sent the little girl nodding her head. How could she not have known? The house they lived in was huge, the interminable amounts of money their parents' seemed to have. The clothes; the electronics, they were truly princesses. She couldn't believe it, she, a little girl of no more than seven, was a real live princess.

That's when the thought hit her. "Where's momma and papa, Alyssia?"

"They're in the other closet, hiding. Now shh!"

They remained silent for a few moments before finally hearing the screaming stop completely. Through the crack in the door, both girls could see the dark light fading away, the creatures were gone, and the fire that had started had disappeared. Silence ensue the sisters as they held breathe for the slightest noise. Not a sound.

"Papa?"

"We're here, girls."

Yes, they could hear them. They were alive; their parents were alive. Both girls immediately rushed out of the closet and hugged their parents with such great force that they all went tumbling to the floor, laughing and crying and immensely relieved that they were all together again.

"It's over." Their mother said, cuddling her daughters close to her.

But their father didn't look convinced.

~*~*~

"Pashmina, stay down, and keep your sister in check."

"Yes, Peter." The little girl squeaked out as she nestled her little six-year-old sister in her arms as she cuddled closer to her older brother. They were crouching low on the floor in their hotel room.

"Shh. I think it's over." The sixteen-year-old replied. They were glancing out the window at the fires and dark clouds in the surrounding hilltops straight ahead. Thankfully they were on the first floor and weren't in danger of collapsing.

"Peter, where's momma and papa?" The little girl in her older sister's arms said quietly as they slowly raised themselves up from their positions to gaze outside.

The boy froze. "Thy-they left us."

"L-l-left?" The seven-year-old girl stuttered out, completely horrified at the outcome of abandonment from their own parents. She was close to tears.

"Yes, Pashmina. They left us gone for dead." The boy snarled. He hated his parents. He hated them for leaving his little sisters alone without any parenting figures. He hated them for leaving Penelope. He hated them for leaving Pashmina, especially now since she was just old enough to understand. Now it was up to him, it was up to him to fill in for them. "Let's go." He said a little too fiercely as he took his now crying sister's hand, and went back into the room. "Grab whatever you can find."

He started packing up his bag as Pashmina got the gist of things and started running around the hotel room, no matter how sad it was to her that her parents weren't there, and packed up her own belongings as her little sister stared at them in confusion.

"Pashmina, you have to promise me something." He said, as they headed out the room. His younger sister looked up at him in expectation. "I have to get a job to pay for our house, so I need you to take care of Penelope most of the time. That means you two will be heading off to boarding school." He looked at his sister for the first time and stared at her in complete defeat. He didn't want to leave them, especially somewhere so far away...

He was surprised by his sister's determined glint in her eyes, as she stared sadly, but confidently up at her older brother.

"No matter what happens, Peter. I'll take care of Penelope. I promise."

~*~*~

"Hamtaro what's happening?"

"Shh."

"Close your eyes, both of you."

The three children were watching in horror in the airport terminal as there were fires and dark clouds burning the air as though it were choking the atmosphere itself. People around them were watching with them in horror at the oncoming creatures that seemed to manifest themselves in the small city over the hills.

"Quiet all of you." Their father scolded them, slight German accent (Yes, I made Hamtaro's family German, got a problem with that?) disappearing for a moment as he held his crying wife in his arms. They had just moved from the German district and they came here to find this in front of them. They couldn't believe it.

"Looks like it has started." The red-headed child before looked up at him in confusion as his father stared back at him knowingly.

~*~*~

"Papa, look." Young Bijou Ribbon whispered as they were in the airport terminal looking at the scene before them. They had moved from the French district only to find crowds of people hogging the glass.

"Hush, Jewell." Her father said in a quiet tone so that his French accent could barely be heard from the people around them.

"Mama, what iz happening?" The little girl asked her mother, refusing to be quiet since she was extremely curious as to what was before her. Her mother was silent as she continued to nestle next to the small baby wrapped in soft garments closer to her.

Finally she spoke, "Bijou, you vill be going to boarding school."

"Vat mother?" The little girl looked surprised, shock, and scared for all too many different reasons. Her father looked on down at her sadly as he said, "You vill be going to ze Annie Wright's zchool for young educated girlz in order for you to be protected. Understood?"

"Oui, father." Bijou replied, casting a sad glance at the now gray sky before her.

~*~*~

"Denise, is Jason going to be ok?"

"I-I'm not sure, Soul. He's had a lot of…issues." The little boy gazed down worriedly at his best friend's unconscious body, recovered directly after they found out about his parents' tragic deaths. His sister was even more worried for her little brother's emotions. This whole ordeal was terrifying, especially for her.

"Now, now. Let him get some rest." Their mother said as she scurried into the room carrying a wet towel in which she placed over Jason's head.

Both siblings went out of the room, glancing worriedly at all the bandages that were placed on their family friend. Their father was outside, waiting for them as expected. "Jason's going to be alright you two." He said reassuringly and they offered meek smiles in response.

"Yeah, he is." Denise said, looking at Soul with confidence. "Well, I think I'll see what the damage is."

"Hey." She turned around and her father placed a hand on her cheek. "I'm proud of you girl." She smiled slightly and headed out to help with the injured before her father turned to gaze at his only son. "Soul. Look, all of this happened for a reason. Jason's parents…" He choked up a bit.

But, the small boy seemed to get it. "They're up in Heaven now, papa. They'll watch over Jason and he won't be alone because he has me and Sacilia as his friends…" He smiled a bit, naïve at such a young age.

His father smiled sadly. "Yeah…Listen, I want you to do me a huge favor, ok?" The boy nodded. "I need you to watch over Sacilia and all your friends—especially Sacilia. Got it?"

The young boy looked confused. "Why Sacilia? Is it because she's a princess?" The father shook his head. Both children's families were close and they knew each other's secrets, so it came to no surprise that Soularis knew all this time.

"No. It's because she's your most precious friend. And as her friend, you must protect her, ok?" the small boy looked happy to oblige as he nodded his head. "Good. Now go on and check up on her."

As the small child ran away to find his best friend, his mother went out of the curtained doorway. "When are we going to tell him, he has the right to know."

"Soon. On the night of his sixteenth birthday. We will tell him that he's the King of the Prophecy." The father said, with knowing eyes as he embraced his wife. "He won't die. He's a strong kid, he won't die."

"I'm just glad that this is all over."

"No. It's not over. It's merely the beginning. The beginning, of the Void War."

AN: Ok, sorry if this beginning sucks on ice. All will make sense later on. Also, please note that everyone in this prologue is at least seven years old (the main characters are anyway) and it's set in the future. So that means everyone was born in the years 2010/2011. Get it? Again sorry for the suckish wording, I like to keep my prologues a mystery so I don't neccesarily use much description. But, I will in later chapters!

Peace out! And please review!