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Prologue 1

This is a space fic, with aliens and stuff.

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To protect what is yours, you must take from another.

That is the motto she had grown and lived by. She had been taken from many many times, now it's her turn to take. Yet, could she? The taking of a life is no small thing, but nor is it to fuss about, because all things die given time.

All things die.

With cold eyes, she stared at the...religious fanatics, that stood before her. They growled and snarled, sharp teeth gleaming in the glowing light. Dark colors displayed proudly as they slaughtered each and every one of those she called family, dying the ground the color of blood, for their prophet. Begging their Gods to save their souls as they performed their dark rituals.

Although they were of the same race, each and every one of them was different in form and shape. Yet they were a united people...until the news of a prophet capable of divining prophecies, of his immortality, swept the land. That in order to save their souls, they must share the good news, and that any opposing religions must be eradicated.

She had been just a child when the news of the first 'cleansing' the Prophet performed.

Now his radical believers have come to 'cleanse' her home. Offering the blood and the young to their false prophet's new gods in hopes of gaining immortality. Immortality...what an idea, for all things must die.

Odd to kill hundreds of innocents and opposing believers for such an abstract thing. A life without death is not life at all, for as happiness cannot be without sadness, life cannot be without death. That is a belief of the Old Ways. There, immortality cannot be gained without death, for life cannot be without death. Then to become revived, cleansed and renewed.

To kill others so that you yourself won't die is foolish, it is evil. Evil.

Evil itself is abstract. To be evil is not to be dark, nor is it to be light. It is not anger nor joy, it just is. For it is not good, although it is heard to be addicting. For it entices and tempts the mind to perform things that are wrong, wrong in the mind, soul, spirit. Yet, how did it gain such popularity?

How?

She has a nephew, with large purple eyes that seem so bright, like a star's nebula. He is so young, and small, so small. So small that she can hold him in one hand, so fragile. She can't lose him.

Not her little nephew that is so young and is hers.

She wanted to show the Universe to her little nephew with those beautiful purple eyes. Of the beauty of a star's birth and its death, as it leaves a nebula to nurture slowly forming stars, or it revival as an infinite black-hole. To fill those beautiful eyes with wonder and joy. Simple honest joy.

Joy that is not theirs to keep. Never theirs to keep.

Breathe.

Joy that was taken, with each painful scream. Those pleading screams that begged, begged for mercy. Mercy that was not given. She tightened her hold on her little nephew, closing his ears to their screams.

Everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay.

Her home, is bleak and defiant of their logic, but it's her home. It was safe, it was peaceful.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The sound of the door being pounded on chilled her. Then a loud cracking sound as it broke, the door broke to their efforts. Their increasingly closer steps scared her, if they found her...