The Mystic Chronicles - Prologue
13th December 2009
Blond View:
The blond stood looking at the pearl white gates. The place that was but is no longer her home. She looked at one of the gate guardians, it didn't matter which they both looked the same, with there armored chest plates and the gold hilted silver swords. There was no escaping her fate. She turned away from the gates and looked in the eyes of the guardian who would be throwing her. Shaggy blond hair, six foot four, and the same armored chest plate, the only difference being was this guardian was carrying a red hilted black blade. She took a step forward and bowed before the guardian and unfurled her wings. She waited for the pain. The slicing of the blade through bone echoed in her ears as she screamed in agony. She stood as pain ribbed through her shoulder blades as she glanced down at her pure white wings on the ground covered in splatters of her blood. The would grow back, black and reflective blood red. She looked the guardian in the eye as he got out a parchment.
“I condemn thee to an immortality of walking the Earth as a fallen.” The guardian closed the parchment and set it alight whilst he walked to a gap in the clouds with the blond following.
“Your journey will take a year.” The guardian said coldly and with that delivered a kick to the blond who fell into the void between the clouds.
12th December 2010
Brunette View:
The brunette stood at the edge of the rooftop overlooking the city whilst she contemplated ending it. Hearing a light pop behind her she turns around to find the body of a blond with black and red glistening wings. God has sent an angel to help her decide to jump. Well he wasted his time, she was jumping and that was that. Watching the angel as she dragged herself to her feet she looked on in awe at her beauty looking from toe to head at her body until there eyes met.
“What are you doing?” The blond asked raising an eyebrow at the brunette.
“What does it look like I am doing!” The brunette snapped.
“Come on stop being silly and move away from the edge.” The blond sighed stepping forward holding out her hand.
“No! Leave me alone! I deserve this, it was all my fault.” The brunette said as a tear tracked down her cheek.
“What was your fault?” The blond asked confused as she stopped and dropped her hand to her side.
“Getting raped! You should know this God sent you!” She hissed as the blond chuckled.
“Goddess, it's a she. And why would I know this?” She asked stepping closer.
“God sent you to tell me to jump, because all this is my fault.” Was her whispered response.
“None of it is your fault, now come away from the edge so we can talk.” She assured holding out her hand.
“He broke me.” She whispered as she reached out toward her hand.
“It's ok I've got you.” The blond replied as the brunette lifted her foot onto the bar and slipped falling over the edge.
“Help me!” The brunette cried as she held onto the blond for her life.
“I've got you, don't worry.” The blond assured as she went to lift her over, there hands slipped.
“No!” The blond yelled throwing herself over the edge and after the screaming brunette.