Really short lame disclaimer skit thingy:
Urby: Tada! The last chapter of Crimson is...a prologue.
Seldom: Wha? That makes no sense.
Urby: Well, it aint a prologue, really...it just fills in a buncha holes. This chapter has major spoilers for the story and what. It talks about the two Crimson brothers.
Sanguine: Roar, dood. I is scary and will eat 'chee all!
Seldom: You realize people will be sending angry mobs after you for this?
Urby: Why? I don't own anything and admit it freely.
Seldom: You promised your fans an extra chapter...and you're giving them a "prologue". They're not gonna be very happy...
Urby: Oh...flip, you're right.
Seldom: And I'm one of them, so...I'm giving you five seconds to run.
Urby: Ah, gawdflippers. Running!
Responses to reviews:
Green Magi: Sanguine beat Susa mostly because Susa did absolutely diddly-squat except block. The elvish book (first mentioned in chapter five) had the sealing spell in it. Whether or not that was what they were looking for, you can decide for yourself. A hopskip is a cross between a hop and a skip. Figure out what a tackleglomp is from there. No, I am not insinuating any Raine/Regal of any kind. However did you get to that conclusion? O.o (Raine/Regal doesn't even have a word. I mean, all my other pairings have words, like Colloyd and Gesea and Sheelos, but Raine and Regal...you just can't put together. It comes out funny.) And if it makes you happy, fine, Colette is a sort-of werewolf because of Crimson. Pleh.
Cute1: Okay, it's nice you think my story is great. What is unacceptable, however, is how you put that "i HATE COLETTE WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS!" Good lordy. Dood, first, capitalize the "I". And a whole mess of other letters. You should have learned that in grade school. Hopefully. Second, if you hate her so much, WHY THE GOD-FLIPPERS DID YOU READ THIS FIC? She is what, the most important main character innit? And I believe I made it clear it was going to be Colloyd and Sheelos? Yes? No? Maybe? (Oh gods, please don't tell me you're that dense...) And so what if Presea is, like, 28 like you say? (I believe she is in her 30's.) Those years she was in this freaky emotionless coma-thing state, so they don't count. Take that! A review is a chance to express opinion, yes, but in a positive way to help or support the author. You know what I'm talking about. Why do you read these things if you're just gonna flame? It's childish, it's low, and it's sad. No, really, I'm serious. I think you need help. Do I go to Sheeloyd stories and say, "omfg this sux like your mom ohhh!"? No. That would be rude. "I am faster than a human and hungrier by far. But even I can talk and be reasonable." I may not really like their way of thinking, but hey, I can't stop them, so, so what. They have their opinion, I have mine. So, stop. Please. Else I will tell some of my close Gesea and Colloyd friends about what you're up to, and boy, they will not be happy campers. They recently got some new angry mob equipment and they need a volunteer (cough cough victim wheeze choke) to try it out on. (Seldom: And I got new cooking utensils! Urby's too fast for me to catch now.) As for the rest of you, you have been warned. Thank you.
Lil-Samuu: Glad you liked it, dood. Heheh, I like using the word "Battle-squeak". 'Tis my battle cry. But that's something no one wants to know, eh? The idea for Crimson came while I was doodling, and I couldn't decide whether or not to have it red or grey, so I made one of each. Bwahaha, I'm so lazy.
PrincessSakura4: Yes, all good things gotta end. Sad, aint it? Glad you like the picture, it took a while 'cuz my comp crashed in the middle and I had to do it over. But this isn't the end yet. There's still my epilogue thingy I just gotta upload. I wrote it out and what, but decided to wait 'till I was done with this.
Rainbow Phoenix: (hands yew a tissue) Aww, dun cry, dood. My stories aren't worth crying over, they're worth laughing over. So laugh before I get mad. X3 Okay? Okay. I replied to your threat because it was my first one after doing so many myself. And I'm such a nitpicker when it comes to spelling, so that's why I felt pressured to point it out. It was painful to see it misspelled, but now it's all okay. Yey!

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"Matthew, what do you want for dinner?"
"Sp'ghetti."
"Alright."
Matthew doodled on his sketchpad. Drawing was one of the few things was one of the few things he enjoyed, and he was rather proud of this latest creation.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna have my own Summon Spirit."
"Really?" his mother asked, not turning away from her cooking.
"Yeah. It'll be big and fierce. Look!"
He showed his mother the drawing.
"What...a lovely lion," she finally said.
"Issnot a lion," Matthew frowned. "Issa big wolf. He goes around going 'Rar, rar!' No one tells him what to do."
Matthew did some roaring impressions that sounded more like frantic squealing than anything else.
His mother looked at the drawing, which had been left on the table. She could see it vaguely now, she'd mistaken a yellow...thing on its head for a mane.
"What does he eat?"
Matthew stopped in thought. He hadn't paid attention to that detail. His creature had to eat something...but what?
"Humans!" he squealed, promptly scribbling a stick figure in its mouth.
"Now, now, Matthew. That's not very nice," his mother scolded.
"Humans are evil!" he growled.
"He looks lonely," his mother said quickly, changing the subject. "Make him a friend."
Matthew doodled another "wolf" next to it.
"This one looks skinny. He needs to eat more," Matthew decided, drawing a pile of bones next to it.
"That's very nice. Go clean your room."
"Noooo! The wolfies will do it for me!" Matthew protested.
His mother led him out of the kitchen. "I thought you said they wouldn't do what anyone told them to."
Matthew climbed up the stairs and stood there triumphantly. "They'll do what I say. I'm their master. And when I grow up, I don't want to be called Matthew anymore. Maybe something cool, like Mithos."

"Raugh! I give up. This is too hard!" Sanguine threw the pencil across the room. "I'll never learn to write the language of mortals!"
Susa sat quietly as his brother raved. "Well, I'm in my puppy form and I can write perfectly fine. If you try, you can do as well as I do."
"Ah, shut it, Soos. Why am I learning this anyway?"
"You said you were bored," Susa pointed out, taking a piece of scrap parchment and writing "loser" on it. He snickered. He knew he'd never have the courage to say it up front to his older, more powerful brother, but it felt good to write it. Susa crumpled it up and ate it.
Sanguine bounded around the cold, dark room. "Raugh! Why can't I learn Angel or something simple?"
Susa patted his brother, sighing. "Because I don't know Angel, and darn near no on else does. C'mon, one more time." He handed his fuming sibling a fresh pencil and paper.
Sanguine growled and wrote something your mother wouldn't want you to know on it.
Susa cringed. "Uhm...first, you're writing too fast. It's barely legible. Next, you're not using grammar correctly. See, it should be more like this..."
"Aww, shut up!" Sanguine burst. "Forget it. You can do all my writing for me."
Susa snorted. "Me? Do your work, you lazy bum?"
The seal holding the only door in the room vibrated, signaling a summoner...requested they come out. Mind you, it was a request and a request only. For all they cared, the two Summon Spirits could daftly ignore this plea for attention.
However, this being the first summon they had had in centuries, both brothers were fighting to get out. Being locked in this "waiting room" was quite annoying, and any excuse to get out was a gift from the Goddess.
"I wanna get the door. You can just shove off."
"No, it's my turn! You can sit on your fluffy little butt and write or something."
Finally, Sanguine's strength had won, and he shifted into a more intimidating Crimson form to accept the summoner's proposal.
Now, watch the expert do his thing. You could learn a thing or two.
Susa snorted. "Feh. Hurry up already. I'm waiting for my 'lesson', as you say."

The summoner looked around, waiting impatiently. I did it right, right?
A giant red wolf emerged from the seal, howling at the moon, which shone from a hole in the ceiling.
Foolish human! You have awakened-
"Not a human," the summoner interrupted.
Really? Uh...are you...an elf?
"No."
A Katz?
"No."
...Penguinist?
"No!"
Uhm...
The summoner sweatdropped. The sight of a glorious Summon Spirit being utterly confused was...a bit discouraging.
Foolish bipedal being! You have awakened the wrath of Crimson!
"Ah, get on with it," the summoner spat. "I don't have much time to waste."
A similar ash-colored wolf seemingly existed next to the red one. Comparing the two, one would come to the conclusion that the red one was the more powerful, since it had a stockier build then its counterpart. The grey one seemed a bit more cunning, perhaps a bit more foxlike than wolflike.
Alright. Now that we are both here, tell us what we must do. The grey one spoke without opening its mouth.
The summoner pulled out a bubble, which swirled with infinite colors.
Pretty... Sanguine drooled, mesmerized.
Phantasmagoric... Susa said in the same manner.
How come you always have to say something smarter that I do? Sanguine cuffed his brother.
"Look!" the summoner barked.
The colors in the bubble made up their mind about what and where they wanted to be, forming a moving picture.
These...must be those traveling heroes I sometimes hear the other Summon Spirits talk about... Susa thought aloud.
Big whoop, they're walking. Bor-ing. Sanguine scratched an ear, yawning.
"See that swordsman, in red?"
Both Crimsons nodded.
Blah, he has no taste in clothes.
Shut up, Soos.
"I want you to kill him," the summoner ordered.
A murder? Sweet, let's do it now! Sanguine bounced up and down, looking nothing like the majestic spirit he should have been.
"No!" the summoner shouted, quieting both of them. "I want you to do this in a specific way. You must 'bond' with one of his teammates. Let him suspect nothing. I want his death to be in total surprise, see?"
Susa suddenly became extremely interested in one of his foreclaws. But, well...the bonding process is a very trying thing for someone to go through. It's not unusual for the host to get sick, ya know, to a point where they've impossibly close to dying...fever that's so bad you can fry an egg on their forehead, host can't keep anything down, etcetera...that and we have to feed on blood and what to fully make use of their senses and construct a "link" that won't break. We'll need a lot of it, if we're going to kill this boy. Keeping a solid form takes a lot of mana and a stable link with the host.
Sanguine, being the naturally bloodthirsty one, spoke over his brother. So, lemme get this straight. We sneak into the group, wait some time, and slay him with the body of one of his closest buddies? This is one of the more...interesting requests I've seen. But...what if we refuse?
The summoner laughed. "Take a look at your seal."
Sanguine turned. Oooh, seal. I can just waltz in right now...ook!
He ran into a solid wall. You...what did you do to it?
The summoner twirled the bubble on a finger. "You have to do as I say. You forged a pact with me."
Sanguine growled.
"But look at it this way. I'll give you permission to eat their emotions."
Both Crimsons looked at each other.
Well, I'll be! That's the first summoner that knows we can eat emotions. Someone...wants us to have fun!
I like sad ones. They're so complicated, and that's what makes 'em tasty. The best kinds are the mourning kinds.
Yeah, yeah! Can we...cause emotions? Kill their family members and what?
"I don't care what you do with the rest of them. Pick your hosts already."
Both Crimsons studied the bubble. Within it, a girl squeaked and tripped.
Oooh! Oooh! I want that one! Sanguine screamed. She looks stupid and innocent enough. No one will suspect a thing!
Susa seemed to be at a stalemate. Uhm...I'll stick with Sanguine until I've made my decision. That ninja girl looks promising, but I'm not sure.
"Be my guest," the summoner smiled. "Just remember. The red swordsman. Do what you like with the others."
We won't come back 'till he's six feet under, Sanguine vowed.
"Perfect. Don't disappoint me." The summoner walked away.
Sanguine and Susa returned to their regular forms, as it was more comfortable and less tiring.
"Finally...a chance to unleash our Symphonia of Destruction!" Sanguine yelled.
"Ah, Sanguine? It's 'symphony'." Susa sighed.
"Is it really...? Okay, take two! Ahem...
Sympathy of Destruction!"
"Wrong again," Susa coughed.
"Ah, screw it."
Susa looked down at the ground.
"Soos. It's just dirt. Big whoop."
Susa lay silent. "Oh, well...just thinking. Is it really...a good thing to kill, even for our master?"
Sanguine shrugged. "I dun wanna do it either. Sad for the kid, but it's gonna be sadder for us if we don't do it. Let's go, bro."