Well, me again :D. Will people please review ._. . Well heck, I'm writing this when I haven't even posted the second chapter yet and only posted da first one today because I was lucky. I'm writing this on 3/2/13.

._. There's nothing else to say. . So I'm just going to make some faces at you. o.0 XP :P :F

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I remember, that was a long, long time ago. But since then she has been keeping to herself. And we don't know about that missing 6 years. She was so young back then, ah. Even she can't remember now. I remember she would laugh and shake her head when I ask her what she thought of her old life. Embrace your present, she would remind me. Because what happened in the past did not matter, and what happened in the future will never be as sweet when the time has gone by. Ah yes. Back to this matter.

Well. She was still young back then. She was still very young.

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Fallen Prophecy

Book 1: Dying Tale, Chapter 2: …And Whom May Care At All…

"Well. If you did throw the stone like that it might hit something you don't want to hit. Like your allies. Chuck it like this. It's a lot better. There we go. Though it's too short. You want to try?"

The mock-serious "trainer" David (named after David of course. He DID end up being famous, the David in the past :3 AU SPOILER! :3) handed Salkara the sling and stone. The 7-year-old girl stared quietly at the children's weapons handed to her.

"Now, don't be afraid if you miss the first time. Why, even I can't make it hit square center when I was smaller."

"You're just saying that because you think just because you're named after someone special you are special too!" One of the younger children complained. "I bet you can't make the stone hit!"

David mock-glared severely at the giggling youngster. "Oh no you didn't, mister! I can sling the stone straight into the mark a 100 meters away! And I can sling YOU into that tree yonder just as easily!" he ended his "speech" with a fine military growl.

The children were laughing so hard some even toppled over. Salkara smiled at David. Then she began twirling the sling slowly. The small, round pebble inside was pressed back into the fabric as the girl increased the speed of her twirling. Soon the sling became a blur. Faster and faster it went, while Salkara squinted one eye at the mark, like how David would do it. Then let fly. Plunk.

The stone bounced off the circular, wooden target, very close to the edge. Salkara handed the sling back to David with a shake of her head. "Not good enough! That was your first try, wasn't it? What do you want to do, eh, young one? Score a perfect hit right on the bulls eye when you're only 7 and this is your first try? Are you sure about that? You sure you're not secretly controlling the stone to hit such a wonderful mark?" the other children laughed at the idea of a toddler (not Salkara, of course) slinging a stone perfectly into a mark 100 miles away. They loved to exaggerate.

Salkara grinned back at him and shook her head again. A fat drop of dewy wetness splashed onto her hair, and she shook it off. David looked around. "Well, it's raining, isn't it? We can't be out here when it's raining. We better go inside." The other children groaned and kicked at the ground sulkily. Then they were herded inside by a stern-faced David. Kara (as she preferred to be called. Makes my life a whole ton easier. Too lazy to type dat 3 extra letter D:) trailed behind thoughtfully, catching a few droplets in her hands and observing them. They felt warm to the touch, yet a chilly wind that had begun to pick up blew straight into her bones. Making a face at the droplets, Kara wiped them off on her plain, white, knee-length tunic and ran to catch up with the others, who had walked far ahead of her while she was busy thinking about the troubling raindrops.

David sensed that something was wrong, and he turned to the sound of Kara's pitter-pattering footsteps. Kara tugged on his sleeve and pointed at the sky urgently. The other children, realizing that David wasn't walking with them, stopped in their tracks and turned to stare inquiringly at the pair. David shooed them into strange-looking spheres, which were covered in glass to reflect the surrounding scenery and therefore making them almost invisible. A woman appeared to gather the little ones to her and take them inside with a worried glance at David and the child at his side.

"Don't worry, Kara just has something to say." David waved dismissively at the woman. Relieved and smiling at David's little joke (Right… Something to "say"… Remind me, when's the last time Kara said something again?), the woman disappeared inside, promising the eager children some pastries and a good story.

David gestured for Kara to head into his own house, not far away from the building the others went to. Inside the unique-looking structure was a cleverly-made channel of rooms and hallways, making as least waste of space as possible. David scooted Kara into a small room and pulled a chair for her. The he went to find some cheese pastries his mother would make for him.

Kara stared around, focusing on one specific image. It was a small portrait of David the Legendary. "I'm going to be like him one day." David announced proudly, returning with 2 pastries and a bowl of strawberry fizz (heck, REDWALL ALL THE WAY! :DDDDDDD yeah I'll have LOTS of food references from Redwall. It's a book series, in case you didn't know. Read it. READ IT. NOW. On second thought finish this first :P). Kara accepted the bowl eagerly and set about polishing off her pastry.

"So, you had something to tell me? Or you just wanted the snack?"

Kara put the half-empty bowl down and pointed out the window. David scooted over and peeked outside. "Still raining. What about it?"

Kara leapt out of the chair (quite literally, the chair legs are too high for her to just get up and walk off) and bumbled over. She handed David his warm pastry and pointed at it. Then she pointed outside. "It's raining pastries?"

Kara shook her head and pointed at the pastry again. Then she made the gesture of holding it and then pretended she was snuggling next to a fire. Then she pointed out the window again. David stared, confused, out at the pouring rain for a minute. Then it dawned on him.

The rain was warm. More like, BURNING. BOILING. Heavy raindrops hissed lightly as they splattered on plants. The plants instantly wilted, sizzling. The rain was POISONOUS as well.

"The Green Dragon." David murmured. The sky was boiling over with low, sickly-green colored clouds. They poured the acidic rain down on the peaceful, green village. It used to be green, at least. The plants began rapidly wilting and shrinking, losing their beautiful emerald shades and fading away to a deathly purplish-black. Until everything became consumed in a yawning field of death.

Ironwood Village—one of the last green places in Altera, has just died.

Kara was still in shock. One moment everything was green and beautiful. The next this whole town was slathered thickly with doom. David pulled himself together and pulled out a small device from his pocket. He smashed the glass covering on the small metallic thing, bringing Kara back to her senses. Then he pushed the red button on the device and set it on the table. Kara rushed around, pacing. She didn't know what to do, and for some reason she felt strangely calm. I'm not going to die. She told herself. It's okay, I won't die. For some reason it did feel as if she wouldn't die. But something must be done. The Green Dragon has finally found the hidden patch of green. Ironic, isn't it? The Green Dragon destroying green things.

Kara shook her head. Strange what things people think of when they are facing a great danger. A piercing wail bust from the device. And Kara instantly let her hands fly to her ears. David didn't do that, however, he just stared out the window. Soon other wailing noises ensued from the other buildings. A strange glop of light was shot from the central building. It flew until it was high enough and burst into a circle. Inside was the sign of Ironwood. Kara prayed someone would see and come to their rescue. Being too young to understand war, Kara didn't know what will happen to them. She didn't know who will come rescue them, being too young to understand much of the legends and tales of heroes. Ones that are still alive, that is.

Kara decided to jump back up onto the chair. Ignoring her surroundings, Kara began to think. She thought of green grass and flowers and trees and sunny days and all the things a normal child would dream of (let's just say… in the far future of Altera, the kids aren't so choked up on video games and electronics :P). Then something came.

KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHH H

Jolted out of her happy little world, Kara was confronted with cold reality. She rushed over to the window, where a very pale David was standing, frowning at the field of poisoned grass outside. The sickly-green clouds began to take shape, clouding and clinging onto something humongous behind it. 2 slitted orbs of glowing evil glared at the helpless settlement below from behind a thin sheet of cloud. The image was burned into Kara's mind, and she opened her mouth to scream. A pitiful little rattle escaped, and David drew her close to him. It made Kara feel more assured. I won't die. She told herself sternly. And standing around thinking of bad thoughts won't do me any good.

Kara stared as a waft of cloud drifted over their SOS signal, and easily snuffed it out. "Aw dang you." David muttered under his breath and murmured quietly into a walkie-talkie like device.

Suddenly, a wave, no, army, no, APOCALYPSE of monsters Kara has never seen before flooded her home. They hacked away at the buildings, easily snapping them with waves of pure energy from the help of the Dragon.

"Why are they attacking us with this force?" David murmured. "Heck, even the old bottle-brained his royal dragon-ness is here today. What's with that? And those monsters… they're not the normal odd poochum or two. I've seen them before, they're all the way from Lotus Marsh! Where the dangerous things are." David frowned. "What's with this apocalypse?"

Kara's own fear made her choke. She held her hands to her throat, where she was sure a lump the size of a poochum was growing.

"There's nothing we can do." David explained quietly when Kara looked up at him. "I'm sorry, but this isn't like the time of the heroes anymore. Dang, 150 years ago the 6 Heroes were pretty awesome. Sadly there's no 6 Heroes now to save us, is there?" Chuckling quietly to himself, David continued to look out the window.

The army turned their attention to Kara and David's refuge. "Aw snap."

POOOOM. Kara clutched onto David harder than ever as a series of turbulence rocked the whole building. With fearsome battle cries and bellows, the elite army smashed and battered the house to pieces. David grabbed Kara and yanked her from the window, taking her further up the house.

KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHH

The house collapsed. Kara let a mute cry of pain as a falling piece of metal slammed into her left hand. Holding the bloody hand close to her, Kara continued following David. A second missile slammed into her right shoulder, and she tripped over a fallen stool. David was confronted with several of the monsters smashing at the house, many of whom were bleeding from the fallen bits of their own attack.

"Quick! Hide!" David yelled and pushed Kara away. She fell into a pile of toppled furniture and scurried under one. The loss of blood made Kara dizzy. She blinked inquiringly at the world going black, and collapsed.

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It was a warm. Kara stood happily on a flower patch. It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun beamed down proudly on the earth as bees droned by lazily, collecting pollen. The tall grass swayed and bent to the wind. It was a beautiful field of spring, filled with growing things poking out curiously from underneath the dark, moist earth. Kara took in every little detail with care, staring around her as if the air was filled with magic. It probably was. There was a man standing a few feet away from her. Kara let out a whoop of joy and threw herself into the man's arms. "David!" Kara didn't seem surprised at all she could speak. Apparently David wasn't either.

"Are we dead?" Kara stared up at him with wide, sparkling blue eyes. David smiled. Then the smile disappeared. "Kara, listen. I have something important to tell you."

The 7-year-old nodded knowingly, still happily nestled in David's arms.

"Salkara. Don't be deceived by everything your eyes believe in. Don't forget what is truly important, and never give up on memories. Because one day they're all you'll have that's left of this world. Your path ahead is littered with sharp rocks and mountains. It's not a clear path, nor is it an easy one. But you must walk down it all the way. Because it will make you strong." David brushed a loose hair from Kara's forehead. "Don't look back on these painful times, but hold on to the memories and lessons they teach. One day, you'll do us all proud." David hugged the child close to him.

For some reason Kara was crying. She was sniffing and tears were pouring from her eyes. But she felt that whatever David had said, it was very important. She was still too young to understand most of it.

For a moment Kara felt warm. Then everything faded.

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"Hey, kid. You awake?" A hand gently shook her shoulders. Kara blinked lazily and stirred. I'm alive?

"She's coming around. Watch her for the next few days. She'll be okay in a while"

"Man, I thought everyone had died. Guess I was wrong. Good thing I didn't bet on that one, eh? HAHAHAH—"

"Oh shut it. This is serious business. Why had they come in huge numbers? All the way from Lotus Marsh? Heck, not even Saint's Haven or Carderock Pass got such a reception in the days in the past."

"Not this again! We have enough trouble picking up after our ancestors to get all this stuff. Arg. I guess we can't push it either. Where is a prophecy when you needed one? Heck, at least back then they had Rose."

Kara coughed up a little blood clogging her throat and blinked, trying to sit up. A warm hand pushed her back down. "Stay down. Little one. It'll do you no good to reopen scars."

Clearing her eyes of dried blood, she stared around quietly. There were 2 people gathered around her. Kara was inside a small tent. It was a make-shift one. A fire blazed lazily next to her. It almost made her chock when it extended a fiery arm and waved at her, commenting. "Young ones these days have to put up with a lot, eh? Why not just settle down and eat a good wooden stick or two."

The female shoved a dry wooden stick into the fire, scolding. "Now you be quiet and stop disturbing her."

The strange fire creature extended an arm and pulled the stick out, grew a slit of a mouth and tossed the stick in, chewing with delight. "Well, then. I suppose you want me to make something to eat."

"Why not, Fiywr (pronounced FY-wi-er. Not my fault strange talking-moving fire thingies have strange names D:). We aren't wood-eaters like you."

Obviously insulted, the strange clump of flames seemed to shrink in size, until it became only a few pitiful sparks of warmth. Then it blazed back with a force that surprised Kara, then glumly reached an arm out to collect another piece of wood, careful not to burn the whole stack.

Kara watched silently. She didn't feel like asking for her rescuers' names because it would prove to be quite a difficult time. So she laid back down and tried to sleep. It was not easy in forthcoming, and Kara didn't want to sleep anyways. She wasn't tired. Just thinking. Darkness let her think. So closing her eyes and lying on the warm bed made her feel much better, more propelled to think. However she thought about nothing, just let her mind drift lazily through sheets of darkness. Very useless waste of time, she would think. But either way, while she's recovering, everything will pretty much be a waste of time.

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It surprised the young girl when the darkness cleared and she was standing in a field. But it wasn't the same field as last time. This field was different. A lot different.

Kara watched in horror as more and more people fell on the bloody battlefield. Monsters she never thought existed rose from the ground to confront the pathetic human and elven ranks. The forces were quickly cut off, and the monsters moved on to destroy everything. Kara was subconsciously aware that what was happening around her was real. Very real. She watched helpless, as the monsters tore everything into oblivion. Then everything faded. Because there was nothing left to kill. Nothing left to destroy. The last pitiful creature, a beautiful blue bird, cheeped feebly and fell from its perch, its wings severed and an arrow through its breast.

Kara cried out and rushed forward, catching the bird as it fell. She cried over it, cradling the thing in her arms. Her tears rolled off her cheeks and spattered on the bloodied and mangled feathers of the poor thing. The arrow dissolved. The wound healed. Bones sprouted from the wing-stump and was quickly covered in flesh and blood, sealed off with a luscious covering of feathers. The bird blinked and cheeped, struggling to get back up. Then it preened its feathers and stared with innocent dew-drop eyes at its healer.

"How did I—" Kara stared at the lively young thing. It pecked her. "Ow!"

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Meh, too lazy to write more. Well, don't think Kara is a Mary-Sue, 'kay? You'll see soon. And to people who think she's the Star—no luck for you! :D SPOILER :D Well then, I'll be going to sleep now. Probably will wake a few minutes later and play DN until 2 or something. Meh.

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