Hewo everyone we’re back with another story. Yes I know, insane right? It’s not exactly my idea and typing, it’s more of Eminai’s. But she is, well... is not exactly a fan of um, Yaoi. She won’t put it on her profile. But I of course am tying the Romance parts, since I am used to it and a fan. Woot. So here’s something good and a new pairing which you all might have heard of, liked, or never heard of. Yeah it’s only a prologue but we’ll type it when we get the chance.

So hope you enjoy this story and this paining, and bare with Eminai she’s hitting her head against the wall... eh, yeah.

Warning: This is yaoi and if you don’t like don’t read there’s a back button for a reason people!

Disclaimer: This is purely fan made and we own the story idea though. Take the idea we WILL know.

Enjoy! Oh a few more things before we start...

1) We are still continuing Power of the Heart so don’t worry about that, the sixth chapter is already partly done, we still got more things to type but we got it going as quick as we can.

2) To those who were fans of Zelda my first fan fiction A Dark Love, it will be updated again. It will also be revised when I get the time. So expect the seventh chapter some time today, hopefully.

3) Flamers, its same thing in Power of The Heart. Don’t bother or else you’ll get a nice surprise in the next chapter.

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Heart of the Damned

Twilight’s moon of winter

Have you gazed upon this land?

For it would never hinder

To lend an ear to a tale of the banned.

In warm confines we drink

And sing; yet how about a story

That will please and make you rethink

The defining line of beauty

And beast?

At the dawning of this tale

Is the dusk of a destined night.

With tempest’s wail and arctic gales

It riddled travelers with blight.

And so she came with staggering step

Her faint breaths and shivering form

Growing weaker as she trudged across the steppe.

And so she prevailed against this storm,

But how is frail life supposed to thrive

Without salvation in view?

However light’s beyond these lifeless trees revive

A dying hope. Her strength renewed,

The elder braved the lifeless forest

And starving beasts in its reside.

Shivering and cold she went on to the purest

Light. And what she stumbled upon in surprise,

A castle, looming and warm.

Oh, but a fool’s dream she received!

Though the castle’s fires burn

Its glowing aura has deceived

For the man inside, eye’s hard as iron,

Had a soul as frozen

As the land’s harshest wind. Surely,

though, even he would offer the bastion

For her shelter. Her pleadings were weakly

Uttered and stuttered, her skin pale and bloodless.

As the man glared down, she offered:

“I have nothing, good sir, for my wanness

Have drove away love. I have suffered,

And I have prayed. Good kind sir, please,

In exchange for shelter I have a single rose.

I beg for acceptance for if not I’ll freeze.”

And with a sealing act the door closed

The man beyond has caged his heart.

With a magic wind, the door opened and revealed

A beautiful lady who tore the barrier apart.

“A soul so cold cannot be healed

By my magic alone. A heart like yours

Will never be a lord. And for your selfishness

Is punishment: Your inner self is a beast whose roars

Send fear to the land. You’ll spend your life joyless

And chained by sunrise and sunsets. But, there is hope:

This rose will bloom till its third year and until

The last petal falls, find and receive true love, or cope

With endless years of agony and sufferance. Fulfill

Your task and you will have many years ahead.

Fail, and a bleak fate awaits, as it does for all

Unfeeling souls.” She has said

Before the curse was cast upon the halls

And the residents inside endured.

Two years of fallen dreams had crossed this keep.

Yet, on the third year, of the fall’s boundary

And winter’s forthcoming, no more shall they weep.

For on one autumn’s brisk morning, on Fate’s decree.

Came their hope and everlasting light and happiness.

… Why dear travelers, are you asking for more?

Never fear never fear, for it is ludicrous

To end a story if it’s just the beginning, for

Let’s continue to the real tale now:

Of a boy who hailed from Destiny’s village.

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Ichigo: Like it huh? Quite the catch of the eye if I must say so myself. Well Eminai want to say anything to our readers?

Eminai: (screams)

Ichigo: ... Eh, yeah bare with her, (sweat) don’t ask about why she’s typing this, just don’t. It’s not worth my time answering. Just for the sake of you guys enjoying is all. Alright, the first chapter will be out sooner... or later... meh, whenever school isn’t killing us and we get the time. And since we have a crap-load of stories we’re typing at once.

Eminai: (still screaming and hitting head against wall)

Ichigo: Eminai stop that! Ugh yeah review please ‘cause we’re both working hard and check out my profile and read Power of The Heart if you want and the website. Thanks a lot!

Owari.