Our First Breath of Life

Prequal to "Tomorrow, it Begins." Everything has a beginning, even love. Those four who were born of no father and the mother of all, the "Magi who weren't," the ones who were destined to guard to heir to Terra's power, oversee the building of Atlantis, and be reborn in a seemingly endless cycle of life and death, they too had feelings. They too felt pain and loss...and love. They were born innocent, pure. They fell in love. Love, the purist thing in existence. Love, the core of so much pain and loss. Love, that which steals innocence and purity and changes it to world-weariness and wisdom. There is no such thing as purity after love...or is there? YAOI