Awakening of the Forsaken Fallen

1: Under the Star of Fate

How many stars are there in the night sky? Thousands, probably as many stars as there are people. Some say that every person is born under a specific star that rules their destiny. Some stars allow you to have a good and normal life while other stars lead you to a harsh and cold life. Let's see those people who were born under the stars of fate, shall we?

~~AOTFF~~

It was a silent and dark night in Moscow, Russia. Some bright stars glinted in the night sky, adorning it the way Christmas lights do to a Christmas tree. It was summer, although it was cool practically most of the year. Moscow was a naturally cold place and some people couldn't survive it. Several people were currently at home, resting, while others weren't so lucky. Our current setting revolves around someone who couldn't seem to find the peace of a dreamless sleep this night, someone born under the star of fate.

The home this person lived in is an old 1800's mansion, appearing to fit in Victorian London rather than modern-day Russia, some miles from its capitol. In this large estate, you could see, from a window, the silhouette of a person who was awake at the moment.

The teenager had raven-black hair and light blue eyes. He wore a simple white shirt that hung off his pale, slim body, reaching up to his knees, and black pants. Despite this, his eyes seemed to be a lot older than his body, making him look mature. He gazed at the sky, sometimes blinking slowly.

"Mizushima-sama, what are you doing still up?"

The boy turned to an elderly woman standing in the open doorway. He stretched, "Akasuki . . . the question is why you are up. I thought you and Alexander had turned in for the night." His voice was smooth and cold, his voice sounding too mature for a normal boy his age.

The maid stared at him, "Rin . . . you haven't been able to sleep in two days. Due to this, I've noticed you picked up the young Hiwatari's habits of drinking coffee. I hope he's not the reason you can't sleep."

Rin scoffed, "As if. Hiwatari is not in my mind. The thing is that . . ." He was silent, his brilliant eyes piercing the night sky as if the answers to his questions were there, "It's around these days that I managed to escape that hellhole nearly ten years ago."

"Oh . . ." Akasuki looked down. The event ten years ago was a dark time for the Mizushima household and the young master hardly spoke of it. He still had the scars of the past but he didn't speak of them, often avoiding the subject altogether when it was brought up. She cleared her throat, looking at the floor, "Then . . . you're up because of your nightmares. Are they just as bad as back then?" That event had traumatized the sixteen year old, causing him to mature too quickly and to even be afraid of falling asleep, fearing what part of his past would haunt him.

"Ten years, Akasuki. Ten years have passed yet I can still hear them screaming in pain. Ghosts of my past that haunt my present and damage my future. I don't think I can ever get them out of my mind. Sometimes I fear for my sanity," Rin bit his lower lip, leaning on the balcony window for support.

"I really am sorry, Rin, for that night." She whispered, although the young male heard her. He tensed at her words, knowing what she was going to say. It was what many people had told him over the years. "You were too young and too innocent to experience that. No one deserved to go through what you did-."

"It's fine." Rin interrupted, looking at the ground with an intense gaze, "I survived and so did others. Speaking of which, the day after tomorrow, Orikasa requested I go to Moscow at six. Apparently she and the others want to reunite and deal with our ghosts together. It has been our tradition since we escaped."

Akasuki smiled, remembering the bright girl she had met three years ago. It was hard to remember that she had gone through the same things as Rin had yet continued to smile like that, "That girl is so sweet. She and the others have always looked out for you. They're good friends for you."