Prologue to my Story.

December 31, 2006, 7:05 PM

PROLOGUE:
Silent Town

The sun was shining fiercely and the air was blistering, the town of Julii is a small settlement and was bursting of laughter and joyful natives going about their lives. The town was built on a land based of solid bedrock, it would have to be for the people to be able to live there. Julii is surrounded by deserts that stretch far and wide as faraway as the eye can perceive. No one knows how it turned out this way, it has been like this as long as anyone can remember, some believe it was once a flourishing land filled with landscapes of green and large oceans.
Water is a limited entity and survival does not come without difficulty, but still there is hope because much water exists in the land underneath the earth, and the people are forced to excavate to bring it up. Money is also in short supply and roughly every living person in these badlands would be considered deprived with the exemption of the few fortunate, but money does not come without extremely hard labor.
The people that live in Julii have forever been happy and have never experienced one bit of sorrow before until this very day, for this day would launch a new age for the sandy wasteland. While these persons were going about their every day lives, something unexpectedly happened. A quick burst of light, and then, in the blink of an eye, every inhabitant of Julii suddenly vanished, gone forever as if they had never existed. The only things left behind were the items of everyday life, but their bodies and the clothes they were wearing were gone, nowhere to be found.
Almost instantaneously after the departure, two vastly unapproachable individuals walked into the dusty town as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. One was a man who was about seven feet tall and extraordinarily slim, wearing a black robe embellished with ruby liner decorating it in a fantastically inquisitive design. He had untainted white hair, which was bulky and long that stretched down to his lower back and crimson eyes to match the unusual design on his robe, his skin, a pale white. The other, a woman with a very comparable robe which had the same design, but more fit for her trim body, she was about two inches sorter than the man and had the same blood blemished eyes. Her hair was also related but shorter and only stretched down to her neck. With a close look these two could be mistaken as brother and sister.
The rear of their robes held an item of interest as well. There was a pair of ruby red wings, the same color if which were their eyes and robe designs which covered almost the entire backside of their fine clothes.
After a moment of silence the woman finally spoke in an incredibly gentle but bloodcurdling voice that would cause anyone who heard it to tremble, “ Well, that was easy enough.”
The man only tilted his head downward slightly as if to agree with the women, his face, inexpressive.
“Now,” she said, “are you going to tell me why we’re here.”
The man spoke in an equally terrifying voice, “Take a look around and tell me what you see darling.” The women took a quick look around. “Well?”
“Nothing of course, you wiped out the very life that once inhabited this filthy town.”
“Correct, Nothing. Not one soul left alive.” The mans lip curled slightly into a sinful smile and he laughed to himself quietly, then said icily, “Humans are shameless creatures that ignore any misfortune which does not befall them directly, their life is a worthless existence, therefore they don’t deserve a chance to live. They can’t even exist in peace with one another without hostility or conflict. Just look at this world for example, look at what its people have done. It is nothing but a dead planet now.”
“And why do you bring this up all of a sudden?”
His smile widened and his ruby eyes narrowed as he spoke in a much more terrifying voice now, “Because darling, I plan to wipe out the entire race of these insignificant beings forever, and then, you and I can have this world as our own.” He rose his arms and continued on, “we can start over anew, and our race will flourish once again.” He paused for a moment to lower his arms and observe his work then sighed and said, “Once we find him we can--
“Him?” She said, “who is he?”
The man gazed at her through his eyes then said irritably, “Don’t interrupt me again. Did you think we were the last of our superior race? As I was saying, once we find him, he will help us realize our dream.” There was a further moment of silence among the two and he spoke yet again, “Come darling, We’re not done yet.”
With the waive of his hand a split opened up in thin air to reveal a gateway roaring with a shiny silvery light and widened so that the two could effortlessly move through. The women was the first to enter, followed by the man, but before he passed through he paused and said, “I almost forgot.” He held up his right arm, the same he used to create the entryway, and pointed his palm at the sandy ground. His eyes began to light up with a blazing red fire and the dust started to swirl around revealing a symbol imprinted into the dirt, the same pair of wings which were on the back of his robe. It began to illuminate with a bright red light. He flipped his hair back and smiled, satisfied with his work, then turned around and stepped through the doorway he had created, and the silvery light vanished, leaving an empty and silent town.