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I’m not gonna go into any detail on the story since I believe the prologue should be able to intrigue even without context of a synopsis. Just want to know if this prologue is interesting enough and doesn’t have fatal flaws I failed to notice. Just a work I’ll be posting on RR.
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Prologue: Failure Of A Protector
I shouldn’t have said that.
“STOP! Stop risking yourself like this! Can’t you act a bit ‘normal’ for once in your life?!” I told the person I’d admired the most. She didn’t heed my words. A stubborn girl that would throw her life away for someone else. It was the last thing I’d said to her.
That day, I lost my arm… and she lost her life.
If only I didn’t speak.
This wretched mouth of mine.
If only I didn’t tell her stop being a hero.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be so burdened by her ghost.
Rina haunted me forever. Her death casted a deep shadow on my heart. I spent my days trying to find any way to bring her back. Fighting the immortal nemesis that savoured her death, and trying to find any way of saving the ‘normal life’ of the innocents.
Giving up my own as a trade off.
I didn’t need a normal life without her. My friend deserved better. She deserved to live without being scared of her secret identity being revealed. If only she had comrades. Maybe that way she wouldn’t have been in so much danger while she was active.
By the time new ‘Magical Girls’ arose, it was too late.
They would never know they had a predecessor.
Someone who bravely paved the way for them in the city’s darkest hour. Her dazzling and heroic strength wasn’t of combat prowess. It was in the scars that had mired her body from taking hits everyday. Using her thin and feminine arms to carry a heavy burden.
I should have trained earlier.
If only I’d been born into an exorcist family. Maybe then no one would’ve died. She wouldn’t have tried to protect me when I butted into this battle that was way out of my league… All these thoughts were just useless regrets. I couldn’t do anything to fix my past.
The only thing I want is just…
“What’ya thinking about now, cur?” My friend’s most hated nemesis looked at me while licking his lips. Steel-like fur and crimson eyes showed he was no normal ‘werewolf’. His powers on another level compared to the clan that followed him around.
Despite this, he was limping closer to bite at me.
I stepped away faster than one would expect. There was a trained posture to my body and elaborateness to my footwork. Not even the hyperactive and speedy animal before me could catch me. His movements becoming dull the more he moved around like this.
“Hehe… HAHAHA~” I couldn’t help but laugh.
The crazy wolf man tripped over and fell. Blood was dripping from his mouth and ears. He was probably unable to believe he’d die like this. Being poisoned after sadistically devouring the only arm I had left. A look of fear in his eyes and unwillingness to die.
“I can’t die like this… Cur, you cannot have this victory. I’m the heir of the Bloodlust Clan. I, their great and honoured ‘Alpha’, will curse your blood for eternity. Curse that everything you love with share my fate!” He spoke his final words in agonising pain.
‘Wolfsbane’ of such intense purity does that.
He shouldn’t have carelessly ate my body. I had been having a diet of consistently this poison just for this very day. Despite looking like an immortal, it now seemed clear that I was merely weak in the past. Not even being able to see how pathetic this animal was.
“Everything I love is dead.” My words struck him.
My dark smile holding the countless curses I’d been holding for a while. My parents died because of these damn ‘Werewolves’. My friend was eaten. Those who had protected the boundary between ‘this world’ and the mundane had been erased. I failed her final wish.
My friend is going to be disappointed when I see her.
“You, cur… You are a pitiful sight. I’ll see you in Hell after this. Maybe then we’ll be friends.” The crazy bastard seemed to sympathise with me before he had passed. I felt an intense wave of hatred… but he was already dead. His eyes no longer held any liveliness.
…Now what?
Before I knew it, I’d laid flat under the starry sky.
The grass was my only companion under the moon.
Its rays no longer favouring his steel-like foe.
My friend’s nemesis faded until he was a stone.
His glistening and shiny fur lost their lustre under the moonlight. That mysterious power that covered him was gone. Becoming no different from a blade of grass or dirt on the street. This phenomenon easing the small doubts I’d had about if he had really died.
Was it really this easy?
Why didn’t I use this strategy years ago?
No, what was the point in thinking that? There was no longer any reason to feel any attachments. My last regret was gone. I’d avenged my friend. This likely wouldn’t save the world or help anyone, but seeing him die made me feel at least a little better.
All that was left was for me to die along with him.
My pointlessly tough life force was still holding on.
It was in this relaxed moment before my end did a man holding a shining golden spear appear. He wore a helmet, but his body was not fitted with armour or medieval garbs. Instead, he was wearing a black suit as if coming here to mourn my death.
Was he a grim reaper?
The man stepped on the grass and made a path in my direction. I could feel my life slipping away with every blink. Unknowing who was this person or why they were dressed like that. Not that it mattered. I’d be dead regardless if that spear stabbed into me.
“Do you want to live?” The strange man asked me.
“…” I didn’t bother responding.
“What if I said you can go back in time? Make it so all of this never happened? You can be given a second chance to change everything.” It was such a seedy and conniving voice coming from behind that helmet. Maybe this was a devil trying to trick me.
“What do you want?” I asked the price.
Humouring the mysterious person.
“Your ‘identity’. I want to be you.” It was so funny.
“Heh~ You want to be me? I’m sorry if you think I’ve got some special background. I’m not some heir to a big family or unique existence. I’m just a guy. You still want my ‘identity’?” My voice was filled with hatred and self-mockery. This was a big joke.
“You have no idea how precious your ‘normal life’ is to me. If you don’t want it, then give it to me!” Even though I was on my last breaths, it didn’t seem like this guy would leave me be. Picking me up from the colour and raising his voice. His face was serious.
He really wanted to be ‘normal’ like I was?
Why…?
“Deal.” My words made him stop his manhandling.
Frozen at the ease I had let go of something so useless.
“I hope one day you will understand what you just lost tonight.” The man spoke without ever having taken that helmet off. The world seemed to distort in my eyes. My vision becoming blurry. It was probably my time. I closed my eyes to savour this tranquility.
My heart stopped thumping.
Suddenly, someone turned on the lights around me.
Was the big ball in the sky somehow ‘ignited’?
I opened my eyes to see that everything changed.
There was no moonlight or grassy field. Only the coldness of steel binding my wrists to a chair. Chains were wrapped around me. The glaring artificial lights made it hard to see, but I was sure that there was sensations in my two arms again. How? Why?
“Did he regain sanity?” Someone in a lab coat spoke while looking at me. Pushing up her glasses while writing something down. She spoke to someone next to her. The whole ‘team’ of people, who seemed to be experimenting on me, showed an overjoyed look.
I didn’t say anything. Simply looking at them with confusion in my eyes. Not understanding their gazes.
Was this really the past?
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Prologue: Failure Of A Protector
I shouldn’t have said that.
“STOP! Stop risking yourself like this! Can’t you act a bit ‘normal’ for once in your life?!” I told the person I’d admired the most. She didn’t heed my words. A stubborn girl that would throw her life away for someone else. It was the last thing I’d said to her.
That day, I lost my arm… and she lost her life.
If only I didn’t speak.
This wretched mouth of mine.
If only I didn’t tell her stop being a hero.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be so burdened by her ghost.
Rina haunted me forever. Her death casted a deep shadow on my heart. I spent my days trying to find any way to bring her back. Fighting the immortal nemesis that savoured her death, and trying to find any way of saving the ‘normal life’ of the innocents.
Giving up my own as a trade off.
I didn’t need a normal life without her. My friend deserved better. She deserved to live without being scared of her secret identity being revealed. If only she had comrades. Maybe that way she wouldn’t have been in so much danger while she was active.
By the time new ‘Magical Girls’ arose, it was too late.
They would never know they had a predecessor.
Someone who bravely paved the way for them in the city’s darkest hour. Her dazzling and heroic strength wasn’t of combat prowess. It was in the scars that had mired her body from taking hits everyday. Using her thin and feminine arms to carry a heavy burden.
I should have trained earlier.
If only I’d been born into an exorcist family. Maybe then no one would’ve died. She wouldn’t have tried to protect me when I butted into this battle that was way out of my league… All these thoughts were just useless regrets. I couldn’t do anything to fix my past.
The only thing I want is just…
“What’ya thinking about now, cur?” My friend’s most hated nemesis looked at me while licking his lips. Steel-like fur and crimson eyes showed he was no normal ‘werewolf’. His powers on another level compared to the clan that followed him around.
Despite this, he was limping closer to bite at me.
I stepped away faster than one would expect. There was a trained posture to my body and elaborateness to my footwork. Not even the hyperactive and speedy animal before me could catch me. His movements becoming dull the more he moved around like this.
“Hehe… HAHAHA~” I couldn’t help but laugh.
The crazy wolf man tripped over and fell. Blood was dripping from his mouth and ears. He was probably unable to believe he’d die like this. Being poisoned after sadistically devouring the only arm I had left. A look of fear in his eyes and unwillingness to die.
“I can’t die like this… Cur, you cannot have this victory. I’m the heir of the Bloodlust Clan. I, their great and honoured ‘Alpha’, will curse your blood for eternity. Curse that everything you love with share my fate!” He spoke his final words in agonising pain.
‘Wolfsbane’ of such intense purity does that.
He shouldn’t have carelessly ate my body. I had been having a diet of consistently this poison just for this very day. Despite looking like an immortal, it now seemed clear that I was merely weak in the past. Not even being able to see how pathetic this animal was.
“Everything I love is dead.” My words struck him.
My dark smile holding the countless curses I’d been holding for a while. My parents died because of these damn ‘Werewolves’. My friend was eaten. Those who had protected the boundary between ‘this world’ and the mundane had been erased. I failed her final wish.
My friend is going to be disappointed when I see her.
“You, cur… You are a pitiful sight. I’ll see you in Hell after this. Maybe then we’ll be friends.” The crazy bastard seemed to sympathise with me before he had passed. I felt an intense wave of hatred… but he was already dead. His eyes no longer held any liveliness.
…Now what?
Before I knew it, I’d laid flat under the starry sky.
The grass was my only companion under the moon.
Its rays no longer favouring his steel-like foe.
My friend’s nemesis faded until he was a stone.
His glistening and shiny fur lost their lustre under the moonlight. That mysterious power that covered him was gone. Becoming no different from a blade of grass or dirt on the street. This phenomenon easing the small doubts I’d had about if he had really died.
Was it really this easy?
Why didn’t I use this strategy years ago?
No, what was the point in thinking that? There was no longer any reason to feel any attachments. My last regret was gone. I’d avenged my friend. This likely wouldn’t save the world or help anyone, but seeing him die made me feel at least a little better.
All that was left was for me to die along with him.
My pointlessly tough life force was still holding on.
It was in this relaxed moment before my end did a man holding a shining golden spear appear. He wore a helmet, but his body was not fitted with armour or medieval garbs. Instead, he was wearing a black suit as if coming here to mourn my death.
Was he a grim reaper?
The man stepped on the grass and made a path in my direction. I could feel my life slipping away with every blink. Unknowing who was this person or why they were dressed like that. Not that it mattered. I’d be dead regardless if that spear stabbed into me.
“Do you want to live?” The strange man asked me.
“…” I didn’t bother responding.
“What if I said you can go back in time? Make it so all of this never happened? You can be given a second chance to change everything.” It was such a seedy and conniving voice coming from behind that helmet. Maybe this was a devil trying to trick me.
“What do you want?” I asked the price.
Humouring the mysterious person.
“Your ‘identity’. I want to be you.” It was so funny.
“Heh~ You want to be me? I’m sorry if you think I’ve got some special background. I’m not some heir to a big family or unique existence. I’m just a guy. You still want my ‘identity’?” My voice was filled with hatred and self-mockery. This was a big joke.
“You have no idea how precious your ‘normal life’ is to me. If you don’t want it, then give it to me!” Even though I was on my last breaths, it didn’t seem like this guy would leave me be. Picking me up from the colour and raising his voice. His face was serious.
He really wanted to be ‘normal’ like I was?
Why…?
“Deal.” My words made him stop his manhandling.
Frozen at the ease I had let go of something so useless.
“I hope one day you will understand what you just lost tonight.” The man spoke without ever having taken that helmet off. The world seemed to distort in my eyes. My vision becoming blurry. It was probably my time. I closed my eyes to savour this tranquility.
My heart stopped thumping.
Suddenly, someone turned on the lights around me.
Was the big ball in the sky somehow ‘ignited’?
I opened my eyes to see that everything changed.
There was no moonlight or grassy field. Only the coldness of steel binding my wrists to a chair. Chains were wrapped around me. The glaring artificial lights made it hard to see, but I was sure that there was sensations in my two arms again. How? Why?
“Did he regain sanity?” Someone in a lab coat spoke while looking at me. Pushing up her glasses while writing something down. She spoke to someone next to her. The whole ‘team’ of people, who seemed to be experimenting on me, showed an overjoyed look.
I didn’t say anything. Simply looking at them with confusion in my eyes. Not understanding their gazes.
Was this really the past?