Prologue

Seth - 6:35/New Braveheart

A/N: The bolded name symbolizes whose perspective it is in.

Fires were burning all around, with troops in red armor scattered around the place. Citizens took refuge in their homes, while the anti-Rebel resistance fought back. In the middle of one battle, a fallen soldier was laying on the ground. He had yellow hair of assorted shades, and his crimson eyes burned like fire. He was forced into the Rebel's forces as a child, and taught in the arts of killing.

I was fallen in battle prepared to let go when all of a sudden he heard a voice.

"Get up."

I must be hallucinating, he thought, This is a near-death experience.

"Get up."

I opened my eyes and I saw a girl standing over me. She wore a black dress, and had cold ice blue eyes. Her hair was a vibrant blonde, with occasional streaks of blue. Holding her rifle with one hand, she held her hand out to me. "C'mon we haven't much time. They'll find us," she said.

I took her hand and she pulled me up. She took a handgun from her holster and gave it to me, along with a few magazines. I checked the magazine currently in the gun, when I heard footsteps. "Hurry, they're coming," she said. We ran through an alley way, only to be blocked by a squadron of Rebels. I tore off my Rebel insignia and turned to the right with the strange girl.

We reached a dead-end and we were trapped by them. The mysterious girl took her sword from her back, glowing. My scythe appeared in my hands at will, and we braced ourselves for the worst.