A/N: This is my first serious attempt at a story, with the help of my best friend, who is doing the artwork, I hope to make a good story, which will entertain you. (Comma abuse much) I hope that the two main characters being OCs won't discourage you from reading the story.
This was written on the spot and I don't have a beta, so please excuse me for any mistakes I have - English isn't even close to my native language.
Sixteen years ago, August 18th
"Ya' see, "the fortune teller was telling a middle-aged man, "This line tells me a new love interest is coming in the next month. And about your financial situation…" Suddenly her voice became deeper, her eyes rolled back and the gipsy's black hair stood on end, making her look almost surreal.
"The moon and the sun have dawned. The night and the day are one.
To cower is the man of the darkness, the one who defies the sun.
The tables will turn, he who was the hunter will have to run.
For his destiny is final and the deed has been done."
"Huh?" The man was stunned. He had just come for a reading for his everyday life. He was even more surprised to find that the gypsy had absolutely no memory of what had just happened.
Unknown to both of them, the same message was said by every gypsy, fortune teller, numerologist and astrologer in the world.
Even more unknown was that this prediction was told by a mother. She had just given birth to a pair of beautiful twins – both of them girls. That night, every one of the servants in the mansion had had an awful feeling in their guts, every dog was cowering with their master, even the sparrows that normally nested in the house had flown away. The only living things that were unfazed by this eeriness were the crows. In fact, they were flocking all over the house, staring intently at the woman, even through the walls. The woman – her beautiful face strained by childbirth, her long blond hair messy – was not at all surprised by the visitor, who she could barely see in the shadows.
"So, it is you. I wondered who might have caused all this madness around the house." She commented.
"Please, let's get to business, legendary meister Veronica Bigbreak. The one rumored to be the reincarnation of Nyx, the goddess of the night. The dawning day for the world – the holy sunlight, killing all evil, the shining moon in the black night. You must die tonight."
The form, which appeared to consist only of shadows, disappeared slowly, as Lady Veronica Bigbreak took a nearby knife and silently slit her throat. Thunder roared just above the house, the two baby girls crying their throats out. A swirl of wild magic appeared around them, carving a tattoo on their right shoulders – a combined moon and sun.
A/N: This is the prologue to my story, I hope you've enjoyed it so far. The first chapter is coming soon. Like really soon. Like this year really soon.
Nyx: That was a lame New Year's eve joke!
Denny: As if I care! Please review!