Hey guys! So if you haven't noticed, I rewrote this whole prologue. Hope you enjoy it!

And to those who just opened this page up: please just try to read this whole chapter! Clicking on this story means you are somewhat curious as to what it's about, and this chapter does not really explain it. You've got to keep on reading, and I promise you, it gets much better. So please…read? And always review; authors never appreciate people reading and not leaving a comment. We love reviews and we love our readers, so…yeah.

This new, rewritten chapter is for TearsOfNightfall, who kindly helped me and gave me ideas to add. Love you! ^^

DISCLAIMER: I do not own +Anima in any way, shape, or form. Which sucks. :'( But I do own every single one of my OCs. Muahahah.

My OCs: *sweatdrop

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The battlefield was barren. Torn flags fluttered in the wind like broken feathers of lifeless birds. Grisly corpses were strewn across the blood-stained earth, the air reeking of sorrow, fear, and death.

A small crowd of people stood in the middle of the ugly wasteland, their silhouettes dark against the setting sun. The sky appeared to be splattered with blood.

On the left was a huge, intimidating figure, wearing a flowing cape and a tall golden crown set with fist-sized jewels, flanked by two even larger guards. On the opposite side, a beautiful young woman dressed in pale pink silk, slowly being stained with mud and God-knows-what, knelt on the earth. Another man robed in equally fine clothes knelt beside her. They too were surrounded two guards with Asterian flags in their hands.

"Well, my dear friends…It appears that this battle's victory belongs to me." At the huge man's, Emperor Capricorn's, words, an army marched up from the hill behind him, and the ground thundered with their heavy steps and thick, metal spears. There was a cold glint in the monarch's eye as he spoke again. "However, I have a peace treaty just for you, my dear."

The young queen's weeping echoed across the land as she gazed upon the twisted bodies of her beloved soldiers. "Please, anything to keep my people from dying…"

"We can't trust these men, Lilac," her husband whispered. Then, to the cruel Sailish king, "Why are we fighting over the Moss Mountains anyhow? We have always let them be, but you! You and your selfish use of innocent people as slaves! Have you aimed for the Kim-un-Kur, the peaceful people of the mountains? What is the matter with you Sailanders?

The corner of Capricorn's mouth twitched, threatening to form a frown, but in his twisted mind, he was grinning. Grinning broadly at the ignorant young Asterian king's accusation. That reason was only a farce, just to force them into giving him that one thing, a thing of incredible, unknown power. And with the country of Kerr on his side, even if it's hardly even half the size of Sailand, their armies combined make them an unstoppable force.

"We all want this war to end, you know," declared Capricorn in a sickly sweet voice, "and this only will take a single sacrifice. Asteria has lost this battle, while Sailand and Kerr have won again. But I need only one thing: your first-born child." The queen looked up with despair as her hand instinctively went to her stomach. "How did you know?"

Capricorn smiled maliciously. "Oh, I have my ways. When is it due?"

Queen Lilac held up five shaking fingers. He grinned again and said, "Very well. When the child is one year old, we shall come for it. You will give it up cooperatively. If you refuse, then your country will be completely destroyed."

With a mocking laugh, he turned and marched away. The queen finally broke down, sobbing, her king clutching her tightly as he glared poisonous daggers at Emperor Capricorn's retreating silhouette against the bleeding sky.

Queen Lilac's labored breaths were one of the few noises in the chamber. The midwife gave her water and spoke confident, words of encouragement and a successful birth. The queen weakly smiled at her efforts; she had specifically chosen the midwife, Rowena, who was originally her psychic advisor. Not only were they close friends, Rowena gave many legitimate predictions for her and her husband, King Norm.

Suddenly, wails echoed from the birthing chamber, bouncing off the walls and down the corridor. The midwife smiled. "It's a girl!"

Queen Lilac smiled as well, but it faltered slightly as she remembered the horrible promise to Emperor Capricorn.

When the child is one year old, we will come for it. If you refuse, your precious country will be totally destroyed.

She was awakened from her thought to hear a gasp from Rowena. "Twins!"

"What? Twins?"

"There is another girl, Your Highness", announced the midwife. She handed the two infants to the queen, which surprisingly had hair. After several minutes of crying, they calmed down and the midwife cleaned them. Then, they opened their eyes.

The queen gasped at their beauty. One had pure black hair and shimmering silver eyes, while the other's was a startling gold with soft white locks.

Rowena was equally stunned. "These two young princesses…these two are complete opposites. I see wings in their future, as well as pain and suffering, but joys of reunions and friendships.

"Thirteen years from now, a great power shall awaken within them, power that has been passed down to the next millennium: power that can change the world. In half a year's time, the last battle shall commence. There will be death, and there will be life. And in order for this future to take place, these twins must be separated. If not, it shall ensue in despair and darkness."

Rowena was sweating as she finished her prediction. The queen stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed; this forecast had been the longest and most intricate she has ever heard. Although she did not know of it, Capricorn's promise was clearly tied into the girls' fortune. It is inevitable, Queen Lilac sighed to herself as she gazed upon the two beautiful babies in her arms.

She knew she had to choose between her daughters. This, she thought to herself, is and will probably be the most difficult decision of my entire life. Finally, she decided to send away the black-haired child, since although it was custom for the first-born to be the heir, she was to give away her first-born baby. Not wanting to tempt fate, she handed the darker infant to the recovered midwife.

The dock seemed so peaceful, the sound of the ocean's waves crashing on the wood. If only, thought King Norm. He looked down at the beautiful black-haired child in his arms. She gazed back up, her silvery eyes shining like the moon. Oh Kuro, forgive us. We cannot avoid sacrificing you, and it was you because you were the first-born. Do not hate your sister, Shiro, for being safe in Astar. It is not her fault.

Slowly but surely, an impending figure arose from the mist of the early morning. The crossed symbols of Kerr and Sailand appeared, flapping tall and proud, from the mast of the massive Sailish ship. The king watched with pain in his misty eyes as his tiny daughter was gently led onto the boat by a kind-faced slave. With a triumphant-sounding blow of the horn, the ship turned from the dock and was swallowed up by the fog. Please, Kuro…forgive us.

And yes, this is my first fanfic. Hope you liked it, and that you will press that pretty little button on the bottom of the screen that says 'Review Chapter' and/or press that equally pretty little button that says 'Next'.

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~Wings