“Takara! Takara, wake up! Please, Takara, open your eyes!” a young blonde-haired boy cried, clutching his older sister’s hand desperately.
But Takara didn’t wake up. A pool of crimson lay around her wrist, the wrist on the hand that the child was holding. The young boy was crying, nearly hysterical with sorrow. He’d come home from school to show his sister his painting of him and her, only to find the red-haired girl lying on the bathroom floor, unconscious and blood all over the tiled floor.

The boy stayed hunched over his sister’s body for hours, crying and screaming for her to wake up until his voice was hoarse. Finally four hours later, Takara and the boy’s cousin arrived. She’d come because she’d been calling the house for nearly two hours, with no reply, and began to worry. She nearly fainted when she walked up that stairs and found young Rayln clutching Takara to him, still sobbing and mumbling for the girl to wake up. She tried in vain to unclamp the boy’s death-grip on Takara’s hand, and finally succeeded, pulling the boy into the circle of her arms.
“It’ll be okay, Rayln, I’ll take care of you,” Cecil had whispered into Rayln’s ear. But he didn’t hear anything, except his own cries and his silent screams.

That had been eight months ago. Eight months that Rayln had lived without his beloved sister, Takara. Cecil hadn’t known what to do with the green-eyed boy after she called an ambulance and had brought him to her house. He wouldn’t stop crying for the entire night. When he finally had stopped crying, he’d locked himself in the guest room Cecil had set up for him. He didn’t talk for a month after Takara’s accident. And when he had, he’d only spoken one sentence softly to Cecil. “Why did she leave me?” Rayln had broken down into racking sobs and had run to his room not a minute after. Cecil stared after him heartbrokenly, and she’d known than that Rayln was in trouble. She’d sent him to three psychiatrists, but they’d all said the same thing: he was too lost in his grief, and they didn’t know if he’d ever pull out.
Rayln sat in his room all day and stared at the bland white wall. He was all cried out, nothing was left. He felt empty, lonely, and in a deeper depression than he’d even felt before in his 16 years of living. Takara was gone. She was dead, by her own hand, and nothing he could do would ever bring her back. He knew this, yet, still, he was so sad. Takara had promised him she would never leave him. They’d made a blood-pact on it. Someone who made a blood-pact, than broke it, was cursed. Since Takara was dead, that meant she’d never move on to the Summerlands. She’d be cursed to live her death, over and over, and never leave the Earth plane. Rayln knew the rules, so did Takara. What would make her sentence herself to that? Before he knew it, Rayln had fallen into an uncomfortable sleep.

My darling brother, Raylnki, I wish I could tell you everything. I wish you didn’t have to face this by yourself. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you anything of your fate before I died, but it was forbidden. You’ll see soon, Raylnki, why I had to leave you. I just hope you’ll forgive me for not telling you… the next few months will not be easy on you. Good luck... Raylnki.

Rayln’s eyes flew open. Takara?! He’d seen her; she had been in his dream! And… she had warned him. But why had she been calling him Raylnki? What did she mean by not telling him about his fate? And who had forbidden it? Rayln had all these questions running through his head, and he cried out in aggravation.

Indeed. Things were about to change for Rayln. While he had slept, even for that short time, a storm had been brewing in the southeast part of Patrona, a storm of trouble.
“We’ve found the boy.” A voice stated.
“Good. We leave at dawn.” A second voice answered.
“Are you sure it’s time?” a third questioned.
“Yes. Eight months since the Sun died. We will have the Moon.” The second voice muttered.
The two other voices said no more.

A/N: Um. I’m angry. And I made this plot as I went along, so I’m not expecting many replies to it. Thought it may amuse for a few minutes. This is like an… introduction… a really short one.