Prolouge silvermist's requiem

by ~hatsumi141

Watching silently, hoping for mercy, begging for it even. The guant child could do little more than watch in agony as her small friend drifted away before her;Drifted is far to soft a word to describe this scene, torn, yes that word fits much better. Limbs and apendages ribbed and shredded from their binding joints before her very eyes. A gruesome sight indeed for a child to behold, and at only 6 years old. The creature, appearing to be so peaceful and tranquil had struck without a moments notice, never provoked or enticed in anyway. It had left nothing behind of Hiro, his remains had been devoured to the extent that it seemed he no longer to have ever existed. 




Slipping her deep, red, forked tongue between her lips, the creature lunged forward over the girl knowing full well that she could never out run the beast the girl just sat in awe and fright, starring. What would become of her now?

Dreaming In Wake Prologue

Pathetic wastes of intelligence sat impatiently all around her, stinking up the atmosphere with stupidity. Confined, trapped, and utterly helpless she shivered at the mere thought of even being an observer of such a pitiable community. Their smiling faces, creasing in laughter and joy, made her skin sting as if some unseen force had just brushed a searing hot rod across her arms and against the back of her neck. Even the instructor demanding attention and authority ahead seemed, somehow, below her intellect. Unfit to Breath, Unfit to live, and Undeserving of ever existing.
"Sasaki-san," The beautiful woman up ahead shouted softly to center of the room.
Being interrupted out of her thoughts, the girl lifted her head slowly up from her bare desk and stared blankly at the teacher.



"Yes, Ms. Abe", Sasaki's voice cooed forth from her gentle lips.
Shifting her eye's over to the board behind the useless female Sasaki scanned its content quickly and issued a low yet short hum before looking away to the left out a clear window of the building.


Evaluate lim (x-radical x^2+ 2)       What was on the board.



"That question is below me Ms. Abe. You should give it to a student who needs more development", Sasaki turned back to the teacher smiling, her other facial expressions remaining unchanged giving her a inhuman appearance.



For a short moment you could hear the breathing patterns of each sole inhabitant of the room through the silence. Ms. Abe portrayed an expression mingled of confusion, shock, and faked understanding while the other pathetic ant's in the room looked back and forward to see what the teacher was giving such an unfitting gaze.



"Could you come to the front of the room and answer the question on the board Miss Masuyo?"



Sporadically lunging up and out of her seat Sasaki walked gracefully to the board thrusting the teacher a sinister glare in the course ", I would appreciate it Ms. Abe if you did not address me so informally." 



Finishing her venomous statement Sasaki grasped the marker from its holder and wrote down the answer quickly, taking no time to show her work or hesitating.




-1/2      What Sasaki wrote.





Dropping the marker lightly in its dirty holder once more Sasaki bowed to the teacher and walked out of the door ignoring the surprised expression on the instructor's and Student's faces. Pathetic. 




"Sasaki-San class is not ove-", before she could finish the bell sounded and the class was emptied leaving Ms. Abe to her condemned confinement, alone.

SMALL prologue of Sizu Ginmi

Looking around the dust filled room, particles of age and time showed proof of the location’s ancient lineage. The books that lined the walls coughed and called for a hand to once again shift through their delicate pages in joy and excitement. Oh how these title’s enticed me with their golden lace binds and thick width’s. I longed to pull down a nice big volume and just dig in, right there in that lost and forgotten library. Decrepit…no I could no further utter such a lie as to say that I myself was so, for the age of my kind far out lived these small pieces of history.

With noticing the unseen, the small happenings of everyday life that we are oblivious to, and learning, I Grow.


Ancient, musty and blood molded walls stretch around the circumference of the congregated city in a secure mold, inhabited with both sinful and monstrous beings, enclosing them all into a tight little family. Acting as protection from the known and from worse, the unknown, the wall ensured much more than a shadow from the sun. Looking up into the ominous grime crammed sky little could be seen beyond the barrier exceeding across the heavens, again envisioned as a protection. Dropping the observers gaze on downward toward the dust filled streets, peasants, child folk, outstanding citizens and small companions hovered effortlessly and unpromisingly to their destinations with the shadow of the city guards incessantly, endlessly, always watching.  Scared, fragile people mottling about in fear hidden behind plastered smiles and tired facades when inevitably they merely wished to escape.  Sad how the adults looked at the innocent, honest faces of the children and got the urge to embellish themselves around and in the children’s lives so as to atone for their own pathetic wronging doings in their deplorable world succumbed in shameful dealings made by their own soiled hands. Pathetic but true, the merchant city of Deraneos, Eden. 


Despite the non-present law of Neos or Dera no tolerance of interaction rule, still few conversed or even paid good mind to one another. Prejudice existed and walked through and tangled itself between and amongst the makeshift stands and the highly recognized establishments of the district. No vehicles or forms of transportation ran through the corridors or pathways of Eden, its beauty MUST remain undisturbed. Attire ranged in different arrays between the Neos and Dera furthermore between social classes. Soot and wreckage settled upon the minuscule feet of the Neos children whom roamed the populated trails with nothing but rags resting on their suffering bodies. In the definitive contrast on the bend of the next trail another Neos kid would walk right in to a store without the accompaniment of an adult and have other Neos groveling at his well clad feet and cloths so rare one could live a lifetime with the money spent simply on the child’s chemise.  The same distinction rose to the occasion in the lives of the visiting Dera, though with less of a gap. Dera children would never be found without any shoes or sandals for the fact that they could produce modest covering from even one stray feather of an adult Dera, as well orphans of the Dera kind were unheard of and the scale of poor to rich was not a horrifying one. Dera with money dressed their wings with jewelry or their bodies if they had not yet met the age of awakening, those without merely scrounged for food or home, clothing sat as no challenge for the Dera. 


Technology vastly spread itself throughout the city in various ways, Hovering objects or such, radiating signs or shop fronts, objects moving without Neos or Dera involvement, and so much more.  Some objects even took life and became like co-workers, walking around and helping in the shops or even the streets, a great addition to the effort. Eden was a world of wander and sanction.


A brief description of eden, and sort of something just to get your minds in to the same atomosphere. Eh, i dont know i was just jotting some stuff down^_^ hope you like it.