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One night, many years ago a storm raged around a tower where two little children sat huddled together in a corner, afraid for their lives. A door slammed open ahead of them, and their mother reeled out, staggering. She gasped and clung to the wall, despair written on every inch of her pale face. “No!” she screamed, clawing at her face. “This can not be! It can not be!” She staggered away from the open door, going opposite the children. The children waited until her screams vanished, and then got up, hurrying to the room. They found the black orb, their constant, and ran with it, into the night.
They ran until dawn found them, hungry and alone in a clearing. In the middle sat a small cottage, smoke puffing cheerfully out of a chimney. The little boy took the little girl’s hand and walked slowly up to the door, and knocked timidly on it. There was shuffling heard further in the cabin, and a cheery voice rang out. “Hold on, mah darlins’. Auntie Mae is commin’.” Auntie Mae opened the door and ushered the children in. She set them in front of a warm fire. Auntie Mae bustled around the small kitchen with more agility than her frame suggested she had. Soon enough she had a meal prepared and set down in front of the young ones, who devoured it ravenously. Auntie Mea shook her head and walked slowly into the next room, where her stick thin husband sat. He looked up at her and shook his head. “Those chillins’ need to get away from this kingdom. Their mutter ain’t gonna love them none.” He rose wearily. “And we can’t keep hidin’ them.”
Auntie Mae sighed and hung her head. A tear slowly wound its way down her robust cheek. “I know. But dem chillins’ need a home to call their own. Their muther don’t help them none.” She looked fondly out at the two children, now playing quietly on the rug with the black orb, who wound around them in patterns. The little girl giggled, and the little boy smiled. Auntie Mae turned around and looked at her husband, and nodded, touching the side of her nose. Her husband looked out the window, and nodded back, touching the side of his nose in return. He followed his wife out to the two children, then he walked out of the door. His wife whispered something to the two children, who stood up. The little girl carried the orb on her shoulder, where it stayed. The children allowed Auntie Mae to bundle them up and lead them outside, where her husband awaited them with two donkeys, one heavily burdened. The strong beasts turned their heads to the children and looked at them with seemingly kind eyes. Auntie Mae’s husband lifted the little girl onto the back of one of the donkeys. “En you chillin’s kin call me Uncle Teal.” The little girl giggled, and the boy tried to hide a smile. Auntie Mae nodded at Uncle Teal and into the new dawn they headed out. Into the mountains, where they were never seen by any who lived there again.
~~ Ten Years Later ~~
<ten year prolouge>
BAM! a chair broke and a fist flew, two drunk men in a bar going at it, ladys on the stage and drunkards in the crowd, another busy night in the drifters saloon.
A cute, yet mature slender red haired girl sat at a table, gambling away, Anna was her name, but lady luck is what she realy was, for she could call bluffs, and lie out her teeth and never get caught. She was every mans lust, but grew tired of constant hounding by men.
Her brother was the only man she trusts, Edward, blonde and handsome, he was every girls crush, he was strong, but unconfident, he swept the floor obiediantly, earning a wage quite the opposite his sister was, but for the same cause.
They both lived in a little town called Slateport, right of the western coast of the great continent Loveria, there dream was to earn enough to buy a boat and leave to the Western continent of Moran, to the grand city Larium, there dream to own a magic shop there was to be completed soon, after saving up so much money for so long as they could remember. where they would leav there dear uncle Teal.
The saloon was closing up now, and they both set for home, to get a good rest before tomarrow, what awaited them there, would change there lives, and ulimately determine the worlds fate.
As the two young adults walked home from a long day at the bar, they passed a beggar. The woman, a strikingly beautiful woman with high cheekbones, full lips, and big blue eyes, stopped to put some money at his feet. The man stood to the side, then tossed a small bag that was in his arms to him. The beggar opened the parcel, pocketed the money, and looked up at them with tears in his deep, penetrating eyes.
"I will never forget this kindness. For of this day, I would have starved to death without you." He handed the woman his only treasure, a dirty, tarnished silver pendant. He looked at the man with his solem eyes. "Take care of her, for she will be your salvation, and you will be the salvation of the world..." A peal of thunder rolled out, and the young duo looked up. When they looked back at the beggar, he was gone....
creeped down a dark alley, heading towards a tavern she knew well. Her long black hair flew out behind her as she hurried down the dark street. Only a few hours left 'til morning,
she thought in despair. If I don't manage to get that package from the bartender, and get out of here in that time, then I'm finished.
Her rich, red lips pursed themselves together as she ran. She was, once again, in a very tight position, thanks to her master, Justin Prada. Not that she could really do anything about that - she had just recently gotten a promotion for killing some old fool named Hermos, and taking his daughter, who was about 19, to her master. She was now the captain of her own little squad of Lost Souls, but that really didn't matter much to her at the moment - not that it ever did. She just wanted to get her job over with so she could go back home and get some sleep.
Just because he's my master doesn't mean he has any right to keep me up for 4 days and 4 nights straight so that I can go on whatever stupid mission he wants me to go on,
she thought irratatedly. She had reached the bar, and walked in, heading straight for the bar towards the back. She could feel the eyes of the men in the bar all staring at her.
There are three men, all around their fourties, and all of them completely drunk, and definitely not thinking straight. This could get a little sticky,
she thought. Once again I am forced to deal with drunk men in a bar, at night. Thanks a lot, Justin Prada - you're a real piece o' work, you know that?
Once she received the package, which was pretty heavy, she paid the bartender, and hurried outside. She started running the moment she got out, thanking the gods that she didn't have any trouble with the men. But that money I had to give that guy came straight out of my own pocket - my master apparently doesn't even have the decency to pay for the stuff he wants himself.
And with that thought, she hurried off into the night, heading towards Justin Prada's mansion, and towards her home, as well.
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