Prologue

„Kazuomi."

„Yes, my lord?"

„Bring me those who are responsible, kill if need be."

The wrinkly man kneeling before the king bowed his head, his smile invisible to the one sitting on the throne.

„It shall be done, my lord."

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Screams echoed through the forest, blood splattering the ground and soaking the green leaves, glinting crimson in the fire. Smell of burning bodies raised with the smoke, heavy stench stained the air making it impossible to breathe. The queen lifted her head, coughing up blood and clutching the fabric over her heart. She saw the outline of a figure coming closer and closer, splitting and merging back. She clutched her head. The figure finally knelt beside her.

„W-what do you w-want?" She croaked out, blood filling her mouth. The figure knelt there, looking into her eyes.

„P-please." Tears escaped her eyes as she strained her broken arm to touch the strange figure. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for.

The last she remembers was riding in the carriage towards the castle, the next moment everything went black. She woke few minutes later, the carriage overturned and burning, men scattered around, bloodied, ripped apart and burning, some still screaming.

She herself was laying further from the gruesome sight, culprits nowhere to be seen. Feeling her stomach and chest she realized her heart might fall from her body, blood making a puddle around her. That's when she saw a lone figure watching her from the darkness of the forest.

Her eyes fell closed and the last thing she saw in her life was a pair of azure eyes, illuminated red by the flames that licked the trees.

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Moon shone brightly, even after the fire got extinguished by the rain. Nobody survived the attack, nobody knew what happened, bodies were scattered, some ripped apart, some burned from recognition. Blood marred the ground and trees. The man could only stare, his companion already puking at the sight. Fear gripped at his heart and chilled his soul.

They both turned and ran towards the castle. The only person out of the bodies that could be recognized was a beautiful woman, her face marred with dirt and blood, her chest open to show the heart. The beautiful and kind queen Midori was gone, killed, murdered by a monster.

Shaking and cold when they reached the castle, they relayed the story to the king, almost getting impaled by the silver sword the king had with him all the time.

First came disbelief, he refused to believe his Midori was dead. They showed him the place, the sight seemed even more terrible then the first time.

Second came the shock, he scooped her in his arms and wailed to the heavens, tears mixing with the rain and blood. He carried her back to the castle, not letting anyone touch her. Blood stained his hands and dripped to the floor as he set her in the prepared glass coffin. Adorned with flowers, they cleaned her and dressed in a beautiful black gown.

They hadn't noticed wide, terrified, golden eyes looking from behind one of the columns.

Third came grief, he cried for nights and days after the funeral, not remembering the most important thing, grieving for his lost wife.

Fourth came the rage, blinding hot and bursting. The culprits, monsters, were to be found, punished in the most cruel of ways, then burned alive and fed to the wolves. The only problem was, there was no witnesses, their only guidance, only a monster could have done that.

The last came the numbness and acceptance. There was nothing that could bring her back, he must move on, he decided. And then he remembered what he forgot in that bloody mess. Four years he took to cope with his wifes death, not thinking about others. The thing he realized far too late to be fixed.

He realized as he stared at those wicked and cold, golden eyes how much he messed up. He lost his wife to a monster, and was given another in return. And he could only watch dejectedly as his daughter disarmed the guards that were guarding her door, and how she buried her dagger deep in their sides.

Blood seeped to the floor and she ran, ran as fast as her legs would take her towards the grand staircase. Her room was one of the highest there so she needed to go down before she could jump out.

Her dress was black and fluttered as she stormed past the maids and butlers. It was a simple, one layered dress made as an underdress for the big, puffy dresses. It clung to her waist and chest but fluttered from the hips and downward, black slippers adorned her feet. They weren't meant for running through forests but everything else she owned, approved by her father, had heels so they would need to do.

She strapped her bloody dagger back to her side and stopped by a window on first floor. Just beneath it were the stables. She jumped to the smaller, wooden roof of the stables and down to the ground. Landing lightly on her feet she took to the forest. Not looking back at the sad eyes that watched her from the window in her room.

She did not feel the rocks that bit into her feet through the thin slippers, nor branches whipping her skin. She just had to get there.

Okay, so that's the prologue, I think it's a little more graphic than the last one. And I decided to change a little some of the characters. I realized that Amu and Ikuto went from cold to all mushy in the range of few days and I made her character too bipolar? for my liking, she just went from bloodthirsty to all shy in two days and that just wouldn't do so I had to change that a little.

R&R and tell me what you think, constructive criticism ok, but no flaming cause I don't like to cuss' people...

Hope you liked it. And I'll try to make chapters longer when I rewrite...

Kuroneko :3