Prolouge

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Maybe if the soles of their leather shoes weren't soaked in mud, and rain wasn't falling on their pale cheeks mixing with their seemingly infinite amount of salty tears staining their flesh covering their broken hearts, Then maybe they could go back. Go back to when everything was okay. When his sister Xue wasn't the Empress. When they were happy under the bright chandeliers in the glossy silver and gold ballroom. And when he wasn't her only protector from the dangerous people after both of them, The shadows were so eager to take what their family for generations had been building from the ground up. The pain he felt was almost immeasurable. Everything. His comfortable life, his prosperous future, his beautiful parents. Gone. in less than a second, his entire life has been crushed. As the life drained from him, all he could see was the endless trees, promising salvation. All he could hear was his feet squelching in the mud. All he could even feel was the moon's icy embrace. Nothing could console him now. The boy could only feel his pain. It was as if his senses had shut off. In a desperate attempt to hear something, to feel something he screamed as loud as his lungs would allow, His power manifesting in his anger, his fear, destroying the closest tree next to him. As his energy reached a total of 0, the darkness finally took him as he thought about how this had happened.

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