Catalyst

Prologue

A/N: A story set in an alternate world, or an AU. I really hope that you enjoy this. Another Kranna, but a bit different- more exiting and modern. Read and review.

The quote below is the series quote. Ah, I love Shakespeare. ^^ GO CLASSIC LITURATURE!!!!!

Also, not for the faint of heart. There are sexual themes in here.

“What fate impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide”

- William Shakespeare

The world was a haze after that first drink, a spiraling fantasy of strobe lights and bass so loud it pounded through you. Like the dancers smoke spiraled about her in a magnificent fog of ever changing hues, and the liquid in her glass pulsed with the same life, the same passion.

The clear alcohol would prove to be the nectar of passion, the sweet fire of consuming love. Neither of them saw it coming, and that was perhaps the reason for their union; the excitement of it all drew them in.

They were from two different worlds, two entirely separate walks of life, but yet they came together so perfectly.

She was a poor girl who held six jobs separately, struggling to live on a day to day basis. She worked every day except Sundays, and only one job on Saturdays. That job was a bartending gig at the up and coming nightclub Zanzabar, and it was her best paying job, by far. It was also the only job that did not pay minimum wage. She was a High School drop out who lived in a ghetto, her life in constant danger.

He was a valedictorian, top of his class, and the single most wealthy man in the world. It could be said that he owned the world, for he was the President of The Sancti Corp., the monopoly on energy in the sprawling city world of Sylvarant. He also happened to be the owner and proprietor of the Zanzabar nightclub.

He had only wanted a drink, but as Fate would have it, one drink for Ryan Sommers would morph to many more. The bartender, of course, was more than happy to indulge them both in the burning bliss of the liquor.

No, a bizarre union like this should never have happened, but it did. That union, that one moment in which he pulled her up the stairs to his loft was a defining moment in the history of the world.

Neither party involved cared.