Prologue
It was a bright day as was written in several books. The sun was unveiled, the birds danced through the air, and a gentle breeze blew through Fisherman's Horizon. Wafting the air was the smell of the sea that even managed to make it's way over to the graveyard.
But somehow it could bring no comfort to the graveyard's visitor.
A lone figure dressed in dark clothes trudged slowly through the cemetery. There had been a few visitors earlier in the day that had come to celebrate the anniversary of their friend's death but this person had not been among them. They never did like showing others tears, but then again the dark clad figure had been avoiding this place for a while. Some friend they had been, they hadn't come here since that incident. It brought up memories of the last war.
Finally they stopped in front of a lone tombstone. Gently their fingers ran over the name and before they realized it tears were falling. They knew this would happen. Gingerly they placed a few statice down on the cold stone.
"Sorry I haven't come for so long," they said as cheerfully as they could manage.
Their throat went dry, thoughts were scrambled, it was not as though she were good with these things. So hard to say what they wanted. They knew they weren't the only one that felt this way. They had watched others lose and many still couldn't quite get over the deaths of those important to them.
The dark clad figure looked up at the blue sky. On this day of the year they always remembered the events of what happened.
A pair of sapphire eyes went into a trance. Down the road of memories once more.
Wolf: Yep, I'm back for a while. This is the sequel to Daughter of Seifer Almasy? and I hope this turns out better then my last project now that I've taken a big break off. Hopefully I'll start the prequel soon as well. I promise this will be a little more focused, cover up as many plot holes as I missed the last time, and go into more depth into guardian forces. As implied by the prologue character deaths lie ahead. Who though? Insert evil cackle you can find out on your own.