A/N: This story is an extreme rough draft. I've polished it considerably with the help of my wonderful reviewers -, but I'm a little too lazy to upload the entire story again, even if it is better.

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A/N: This is the prologue of M.o.t.D., just to tell you what happened to get the charas where they are. The first two pieces are from Sorlo's point of view. Read Enjoy Review!

I've always been alone.
I was 4 when I disappeared and was gone for 11 years. Everyone thought I was dead. So when I turned up whole and healthy, they feared and hated me, trying to take my life. I couldn't possibly tell them where I had been, so.I ran.

------------------ (In the Grand Forest)

"Watch out!" Swift turned left. But I wasn't to get away that easily. An arrow planted itself in my left shoulder as we fled. I gasped. Oh, the pain! Swift heard me and sped up.
"This is good," I whispered when we reached a clearing. "I think we lost them." She slowed and I fell off. Then Swift turned into a boy. An extremely feminine boy. As she prepared to yank out the arrow, I mumbled a prayer to Mira and Melior that the arrow wasn't barbed and passed out.

------------- (Moments after, in the palace of Dendurr)

"I will rule."
He grinned recklessly, flushed with the kill. Firstly, the Queen, he thought. His knife shone and shimmered in the flash of lightning.
"You will not stop me; you can't stop me. The dead do not speak."
Slash.
"And neither will you."
Swipe.
"I will rule."