Um... surprise? I've been sick for the past two days (which = bored at home) so I decided to give HT a little break and start on something else. I know I said I wouldn't do this until HT was done... but... I lied. XD I do that a lot when it comes to fanfics, it seems. I'm gonna come up front and say that I use the term 'rewrite' very loosely when it comes to this fic. Mostly because... it's basically a different story from the original. Some of the concepts and things have been recycled, but if you go into this expecting to get what I gave you back then, you might be disappointed.
It's a little more fantasy than sci-fi this go around, too. At least... at first. >D
At any rate, I'm kind of excited about this, since I didn't think I could do anything at all to salvage any part of that old story... So I hope you enjoy it too, both old readers and new alike.
...Please don't kill me. XD
::Voices of Angels (v.2.0)::
Table of Contents
Prologue -- You Are Here
[Prologue - The Meeting]
Eternal quiet…
She had been having the same dream over and over again for the past few days. Every time she started out in a dark forest, in the same spot, at the same time. It was always cold, and always empty…
Well… empty… except for…
We shall blot out all sound and silence the world…
A twig snapped, there was a vicious cackle, and then a pair of eyes the color of blood peered out at her from the darkness. And then another… and then another. Nine crimson orbs that were hungry for only one thing.
A chill ran down her spine.
…Destroy anyone or anything that gets in our way.
And that’s when she had to start running. It was pointless, she knew, but fear and instinct gripped her and forced her legs to move, pushing them to their limits. Breathing came in short, painful gasps, and it was hard to remember that she was asleep and that any moment she would just wake up.
…Especially when it felt so real.
The world will be mine.
It always ended the same way, too. A stray tree root poking up from beneath the ground tripped her, and sent the girl sprawling hard onto her stomach. The beating sound of wings overhead caused her heart to go into panic mode, and she—perhaps due to some morbid curiosity—slowly turned her head to catch a glimpse of her attackers.
But they were merely black silhouettes against the night sky, shadows that she could not identify.
…And they were going to kill her.
She made the mistake of glancing into one of the trio’s crimson eyes, and soon found her entire body going cold and stiff. A wave of despair settled over the girl, and she was helpless to do anything as the figures came to land around her.
“Has she awakened yet…?”
Silence.
“…No. This is not the one he wants.”
“But she is one of the ones that can cross over… The first one to start catching glimpses of our world… How can she not be the one?”
“It isn’t as simple as that.”
“Isn’t it? Doesn’t being the first make her the strongest?”
“No. It just makes her unfortunate enough to have to suffer alone for a little while. For now, this is just a shadow of the girl. Her dream form… For now, she is harmless to us… and vice versa. But the fact that she’s here at all means that the barrier between our world and theirs is beginning to disappear. Nothing else would trigger an awakening.”
“So then… that means…”
“Yes. Soon. But I would not be so quick to celebrate. If it opens for us, then it opens for them, too… Which is why we must be on alert.”
The red eyes were on the girl again and in the dim light that there was, the female on the ground could almost make out a faint glint that outlined the figure’s fanged smile.
“This is just practice. When she and the others arrive as their true selves… It won’t be so easy.”
“Was it really wise to discuss such things in front of her, then?”
“She will not remember… Only the fear and the images will remain to serve as a warning…”
The sound of a sword being drawn roughly from its sheath pierced the girl’s ears, and she began to tremble, realizing that the end was moments away. This time it had been prolonged by a conversation, but the final few moments were always the same, too.
Metal whistled gracefully through the air, and then…
…She woke up.