
Spoiler
Okay, so this concept is an idea I had a long time ago, but I just typed this up last night... you might not get exactly what's going on, because you're not supposed to. That'll be explained later. I'm worried about how the characters come across here... so, tell me what you think. I don't usually write prologues, but I feel in this story it's necessary…Or, at least, it's relevant to the story...
There is a place that hangs above all existence. A maze of narrow pathways made of metal frames, metal railings, and wooden floorboards. They call it the Catwalks.
On the edge of the network there was a girl, seventeen or so, with pale skin and dark, reddish brown hair hanging at her shoulders. She was wearing a long sleeved black dress that fell to her feet. Her elbows were resting on the Catwalk’s metal railing, and she was looking down at the universe in all its beauty and horror; its magnificence and its insignificance, her face downcast in worry.
As she stared down, suddenly, she was aware of some presence. Something that appeared quicker and more silently then any earthly being ever could, but she had sensed it, she knew it was standing behind her, staring at her with eyes she knew well. “It’s time,” she sighed into the darkness that surrounded them.
Footsteps could be heard for a moment, then someone appeared next to her on the Catwalks. He was tall, a little older looking then her, with short, spiky, jet-black hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes that stared out into the nothingness without expression, “Go then,” he instructed her.
She then looked at him, curiously, “You think you’re ready to take command of the Unbound?”
He rolled his eyes, “No offense, Rai, but I’ve taken over for you before. It’s not a very tough job.”
She scoffed, “Emjai, I expect you to show me a little respect!”
“And I’m sorry to disappoint,” he shrugged.
She narrowed her eyes at him, “You do realize I could snuff your existence out if I wanted to?”
“I know,” he replied, “but I also believe you have reason to keep me around.”
She turned her face back to the universe, “Well, I guess that’s true enough, Emjai. I couldn’t ask for a better deputy.”
“Why haven’t you left yet?” he asked, not sounding annoyed, or confused; completely nonchalant.
“You’re going to miss me,” she informed him.
He didn’t respond at first. Because he knows it’s true, Rai thought.
“Thirteen years might seem like a lot when you’re in Junior High, or, really when you’re any type of human, but you know as well as I that it’s almost nothing in the grand scheme of things.”
“But it is something when you’re in Junior High,” she reminded him.
Emjai nodded, “Right.”
She groaned slightly, “Everything’s more complicated when you’re a teenager.”
“Even more complicated then when you’re queen of the universe?” he asked.
“Definitely,” she replied, “in fact, besides these last few decades, and the very beginning, it’s been the simplest task I’ve ever been faced with. Almost boring, really.”
“Really?” he asked, slightly surprised.
Rai gave him a confused look, “You’ve taken over for me before. You know how it is… there’s nothing to do. I’m glad to be heading back to Earth. I’m ready for humanity again… to have oxygen in my lungs. To feel tired, and hungry, and…I don’t know…”
“Pain,” he suggested, his voice low and daunting, but at the same time it held a quality of deep longing.
She snorted, “Emjai, you’re such a freak,” after a small pause she added, “but, yeah, that too.”
“Are you leaving now?” he asked, beginning to sound just a bit irked.
She sighed, “Okay, okay, I am.” She paused, opened her mouth, then closed it, trying to decide what to say, “See you in thirteen years,” she finally muttered.
Suddenly, Rai’s figure became more opaque. She stared around at the Catwalks as she faded, trying to hold on to the place in her memories. After taking a good look around, she turned back to Emjai, her face translucent by this time. The last thing she saw was his unnaturally blue, unnaturally sharp eyes. She smiled slightly. Then she was gone.
“See you,” Emjai muttered back, staring at the place she had stood. He leaned against the arm rail, and sighed. “Sort of.”
