Prologue: Margaret Moonlight - Last Breath Under the Moonlight
Margaret Moonlight underestimated Travis's skill in combat which lead to life-threatening consequences. Without noticing, Travis caught an opening to attack the female, using full force of his ability with his sword. As the song comes to an end, the male forced this sword deep into the abdomen of Margaret, causing her blood to decorate the grim pavement of the building's rooftop.
Travis left Margaret to die on that pavement, walking far away from the scene. Red liquid would shine underneath the moonlight where the female laid, cerulean irises gazed upon the blood, "He... memorized my song... Who cares if I die? Death was never a fear for me..." Taking a sudden, deep breath, she knew this would most likely be her last - until something or someone caused her to travel throughout time and space.
During this "travel," Margaret fell into a deep slumber not even feeling the slightest of pain from the deep wound which healed mysteriously. Thudding into the ground causing her to wake from her slumber, the female noticed that her atmosphere wasn't the same. Her glorious, crimson blood wasn't painted on the pavement where she laid which caused her to become a bit annoyed. "Great," she thought to herself, "what the actual hell is this?"
Seeing the strangers that clearly were not in "her world," she decided it was best to look around first. Standing up, Margaret hoped she still had her original weapon. "Le croissant due ange better be with me..."
An appendage reached from behind, feeling the weapon. A soft, relieved sigh escaped her pale lips as she spotted the stone stage in front of her. Walking towards it, Margaret noticed the boy who stood there.
Margaret Moonlight underestimated Travis's skill in combat which lead to life-threatening consequences. Without noticing, Travis caught an opening to attack the female, using full force of his ability with his sword. As the song comes to an end, the male forced this sword deep into the abdomen of Margaret, causing her blood to decorate the grim pavement of the building's rooftop.
Travis left Margaret to die on that pavement, walking far away from the scene. Red liquid would shine underneath the moonlight where the female laid, cerulean irises gazed upon the blood, "He... memorized my song... Who cares if I die? Death was never a fear for me..." Taking a sudden, deep breath, she knew this would most likely be her last - until something or someone caused her to travel throughout time and space.
During this "travel," Margaret fell into a deep slumber not even feeling the slightest of pain from the deep wound which healed mysteriously. Thudding into the ground causing her to wake from her slumber, the female noticed that her atmosphere wasn't the same. Her glorious, crimson blood wasn't painted on the pavement where she laid which caused her to become a bit annoyed. "Great," she thought to herself, "what the actual hell is this?"
Seeing the strangers that clearly were not in "her world," she decided it was best to look around first. Standing up, Margaret hoped she still had her original weapon. "Le croissant due ange better be with me..."
An appendage reached from behind, feeling the weapon. A soft, relieved sigh escaped her pale lips as she spotted the stone stage in front of her. Walking towards it, Margaret noticed the boy who stood there.