For Those We've Lost - [Sequel]

Part 1 - Prologue

The slender fair-skinned woman pushed her way through the bushes, unhooking her singular long earring when it got caught in a vine. She brushed off the leaves and cobwebs on her clothes, hoping there was no spider on her skirt.

She glanced up at the flashing lights, exhaling a long breath when she saw the figure standing near the edge of one of the peaks.

"Sera? Is that you?"

She knew not to call out to random people with the name, but considering that it was the middle of the night and no one would be up here because of the festival, it should be safe.

"No, I'm Fitzroy Avery Vacker." The figure snorted and turned around "Of course it's me. Who else would be up here at this time?"

"Who knows?"

The ancient walked the rest of the way up, standing next to the shorter silhouette.

"You know, Az, I wasn't sure if you were actually going to come. Don't you usually go to the festival?"

Azalea started at the nickname, sucking in a breath. She never called her by that nickname. Something must have happened. Az glanced down into the groups of people below them, celebrating and dancing around. There must be someone they knew down there.

"I do, but, you know, after watching it for a couple thousand years, it gets a bit old."

"I don't know. I'm not that old."

Az snorted. They was merely a young child in her eyes, not even having reached the age of 20, compared to her 29,000 years of age.

"Usually I would take offence."

"But you won't."

"I won't." Az pulled her hair out of the ponytail she had previously tied it up in.

The elf nodded, rolling her eyes.

"You know my ability."

"Yes."

"You know what it means?"

"Yes."

The woman snapped their fingers, conjuring up a pen and paper for their companion.

"Write it down."

Their eyes grew hazy and seemed almost red in the light of the blood moon. The woman- no, Seraphim, opened their mouth, their voice coming out harsh and unforgiving.

"The festival is your clock,"

"The peace you see now will burn out,"

"The wings of dust and destruction opening in its wake,"

"Those that are never seen may crumble once again,"

"That beautiful black swan may be the symbol of your downfall,"

"And the order you once held dear with your heart,"

"Will be the cause of their deaths."

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This foreshadows the end of part 1, so you all better keep reading :3