OOC:This is the prologue to my storyline.This won't be stat based by the way. My character is Sukotsutsu

PROLOGUE: A lesson in betrayal
A warm east wind caused the trees to gently sway and the leaves to rustle quietly, whispering a soothing lullaby of nature. It was night. The forest was dark and quiet. Through the canopy, the full moon was partially visible, hovering in a sea of blackness like an island in the sky. Though the foliage was dense, some of the moonlight still managed to penetrate the trees and cast its beams to the forest floor. However, the tranquil night was not enough to mask the deadly conflict that moved about the wood. Two figures dashed from the darkness and through a pocket of the moon’s illumination. For a split second, they were visible in the light, only to disappear again as their hasty movements returned them to the safety of the shadows.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he ran. The evil was all around in the forest. It swept through the trees like the wind, moving swifter than any human could pace. Fatigued, the lead figure motioned to stop. There would be no more running. The enemy was too close and too many in numbers. Also breathing heavily, the second figure flanked the first, melting deeper into the shadows by pressing close to the base of one of the trees. After a short nod from the first figure, they both drew their swords, moving carefully and silently, making sure the reflective metal avoided the beams of moonlight. The slightest glint of mirrored light could betray their positions and their already diminished element of surprise, something they could not afford. However, those who pursued them took no such precautions. Spying from behind the trees, Tyson could see their approach.

Moving in a line that stretched through the wood, five Hylian knights strode through the underbrush. Here and there, they would become briefly visible as they broke through a beam of light. A glimpse of a shoulder, the tail end of a cape being tugged by the wind…the dark gleam of a drawn sword.

"This is it," Tyson whispered to his companion. "We fight now." Tyson saw the movement of a nodding shadow acknowledging his words. "I’ll attack to the left, and you cover my flank, just like always." Another nod. We must succeed here tonight. To fail is to die and dying is not what I had in mind. Tyson looked the other way to where he knew was the edge of the woods. We’ve been lucky to evade capture with this forest as cover. There is no way we can traverse the field without being found…and what would keep the Hylian knights from pursuing us if we got to Hyrule castle anyway? We will get there and attack!

Tyson felt a surge of determination. Failure is unacceptable. Once again, he glanced at the second figure, still holding steady at his post, waiting for the signal to attack. The movement of the trees swaying back and forth caused the beams of light from the moon to shift throughout the wood. The light skittered briefly across his face. The boy’s Blond hair was wet with perspiration. His red eyes glinted with determination and fear. He stood perfectly motionless apart from his nervous fiddling with the leather strap on the hilt of his sword. He’s only fifteen, Tyson thought. I feel bad for him, his parents being killed by the invasion and all. It’s sad what this world has come to.

The sounds of snapping twigs and shuffling leaves drew nearer. Tyson took one deep breath, and then another. Relax and concentrate, he ordered himself. Hugging the base of the tree, he strained to hear for their approach. While staring blankly ahead, it finally struck him how beautiful the woods were. The heavenly rays of moonlight flitted about in random patterns, offsetting the thick, dark silhouettes of proud trees. The forest was at peace, calm and content. Then it hit Him. His old friend appeared. Sukotsutsu!

"Next time I get the chance," Tyson promised," I am going to Kill you!" Of course, he often planned to do that, and other such things, whenever the circumstances got to be as dire as they were. Killing his old friend, after all the fun they had, all the memories.

Glancing back at his partner, Tyson got a glimpse of his face as the light once again shifted in the wind. His countenance had an expression of terror burned on it, his red eyes wide as saucers. He was shaking with fear.

Tyson swung his sword from the red hult at the man. The sword glimmered in the moonlight hitting the branch and getting stuck. Sukotsutsu dissapeared. Tyson pulled his sword out of the branch and looked to see his partner. He was gone!

"Where did you go Markus," He said as he was struck with fear. Sukotsutsu was right behind him with a sword he picked up from Markus. "This is a lesson in betrayal!" Sukotsutsu flipped the sword over and slammed the black hult into his head. Tyson was knocked out. His cold motionless body then fell to the ground.

Sukotsutsu's revenge wasn't over yet.

Sukotsutsu jumped to the ground and ran off as the moonlight hit him. He was getting tired as he ran to the castle. He was getting so tired that his eyes kept closing. He fell down. He hit his head on a rock.

What a night it has been. Chasing Tyson and Markus since that night. Then finding them and killing only Markus. Tyson was the main enemy, Markus was only his guinea pig. Killing a friend was going to be hard.

Listening to: Sticken, By Disturbed
Also Reading: Happy World (It's an awesome manga, go read it.)

I assume I can post at this one, right?

IC: Night.

For a shiekah, this was the best time of the day, it comforted them to no extent. The darkness shrouded them, protected them, and empowered them. Night was the ultimate plus for a shiekahn, and Kasei was no exception. The Rebel Flame stood watch on the wall, basking in the bare light provided by Hyrule's moon. Yes, this was a time he could be calm.

Or not. "Having fun?" The familiar voice of Kairos chided. The psychic aproached Kasei from behind, and handed him some coffee. "I see that there will be a problem tonight, Kasei." The man said.

Kasei smiled. This was his worst feature because, by now, everyone knew he had no emotions, and joy was included there. "Let's just wait to see what it is, then." He said, then looked over the ramparts, into the night, and saw something. Someone was out there.

"Looks like you really are never wrong, my freind."

(OOC: Welcome to HA2
You need someone to wake up one of your characters, right? I think I'm up to the task )

Ahh, the moonlight in Hyrule, Luna though as she strolled liesurely through Hyrule Field, taking in the glow. There was something soothing about that celestial sphere, always constant and reliable, unlike everything else in her life. And, being her namesake, the connection was a deeply personal one. She remembered the days, so long ago, when her father would wake her from her sleep and take her by the hand, leading young Luna outside. With one fell swoop, he'd gather her up in his arms and point to the largest heavenly body, explaining to her what her name ment, and how she fit in that dazzling array of light.

Returning her gaze to the ground ahead of her, and thus bringing her thoughts back down to earth, the girl focused once again on the matter at hand. How to get more rupees, she pondered. The fact of the matter was, she and Kumori were running short on those sparkley little gems, and rent wasn't getting any cheaper. While her mind spun this idea around, again and again, she returned her gaze to the sky, as if looking for an answer.

She got her wish, however, as she tripped over a rock, nearly landing face-first. Luck was on her side tonight, and she was able to break the fall with her hands. As she stood up and brushed herself off, she couldn't help but notice a body laying on the ground. Curious as to why someone would choose to conk out in the middle of the field, she rolled the young man over and placed a hand on his chest, checking for breathing. His diaphragm moved rhythmically, he's alive alright, but why here? She shook her head, willing herself to focus on the more important matter, wether or not he had a wallet. Looking him over, and spotting her target, she snatched it up and attempted to judge the weight of the contents. Not too shabby....

Why he was awake that night, was unknown to Kuro. It was almost like a supernatural force had called out to him, causing him to wake up. It had to be that. What else could wake him before he normally should wake up? Nothing. Except an annoying friend who breaks into people's houses at night for the sole purpose of putting someone's hand in warm water. Luckily, Kuro was strangely awoke before Kon got the chance to do that to him.

Kuro sat up in his bed in his home in North Forest pondering the reason for him being awake. In his groggy state, he stood up and made his way to where he piles his clothes in the floor. He quickly got dressed. Tonight, he wore an open black jacket, black pants, and black boots. He had a sword strapped to his back that he didn't intend to use, but very likely would use.

He marched out of his room and down the hall. At the bottom of the stairs, Kon was on his way to Kuro's room with warm water. Kuro placed his hand on Kon's chest and shoved, causing him to fall back and spill the water on his own face. "Clean that up," Kuro commanded without looking at Kon. "And, get out of my house," he added as he walked out of the forest to North Castle, a destination he often went to.

Upon reaching the courtyard, he looked around, not noticing anything overly suspicious for the castle's night hours. He sighed. Why was he here? Maybe something big would happen. That was probably not going to happen, but Kuro can always hope, can't he?