Author’s Note: Whew! Major rehaul! Actually, this isn’t a rehaul, as far as rehauls go. It’s just an addition. I’m sorry about the fact that folks can’t review for the prologue that I wrote, but… ce n’est pas important. (It’s not important.) Be good readers and review at the end!

The bad news: Kiy is finished.

The good news: It’s only part one of seven. There’s more. Lots more. Pity me, please. I might be changing the title soon.

Warnings: Are in the next chapter. I'm lazy. Very lazy. Besides, there's nothing in this chappie that's offensive, unless you really don't like the idea of wizards or mercenaries, in which case I wonder what you're doing reading fantasy anyway.

We look around, at those standing beside us, and see that some of us are missing, and it grieves us deeper than any blade can pierce.

"For Justice," one of us whispers, followed quickly by a vow of, "For Self-Hate," then a regretful, "For Death," and a pause, before the last – "For Seabhiel."

We stare, for that is not expected, and one of us smiles. "How can you mourn what is still partially here?" And we look away, all of us, for the pain of it.

There are tears on the faces of some of us, but two do not weep – a man, and a woman, grey-blue and burguny-black in accord for perhaps the first time, and it makes the rest of us dwell on how the world has changed, that two with such deep dislike of each other can agree, now.

One of us watches, the sword-wielder, the mercenary-wizard, Wanting. She stands, hands spread lightly along the blade she calls her own, a channel for her power, her eyes watching the other mourner, a young woman wearing a necklace adorned with a pendant of a hyena – but this is no mere pendant; Wanting looks, and sees the threads of power sounding through it.

And we stare at each other, for the last time, and smile – one dangerously, one coldly, one shakily, and one sadly – and then we see nothing but Light.

Begrudged, Forgiver, Challenger, Taker,
Changer, Thief, Killer, Maker
Seven from One, for One is Light –
And from the Darkness flows their might.

A/N: Keep reading. It’s the same as it was before up until the last chapter, which is quite new.

Also, special thanks to Eric W. and a million virtual hugs, because he did a couple of sketches that made me want to do a story that evolved into part of the history of the Seven. So if you ever meet him in person, tell him that he deserves a hug, but it's really not your thing. And then give him one anyways, and look at his artwork. And then pay him for a commission if you love Seabhiel.