Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own the Bible or any of its related scriptures. However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series, as well as the original character, Sitara Vandom.
Note: How'd this happen? I thought it was just going to be YOU guys, like my pal, Senshi of Valis, who would do this (and I hope still does)? Suddenly, I'm back, with my OWN prospective sequel to my "Requiem for a Dream" success (I thought, anyway) of a story, after I'd said that I most likely would not? I suck. LoL But honestly, I don't really think I will go very far with this story, as in continue it. I just got the idea in a dream earlier this week, and so I wrote it down, and the next thing I know a slightly flimsy skeleton-plot developed. So, I'm going to at LEAST post this prologue and see if I change my mind on whether or not to cancel this or not (besides, with the plot I have in mind, I might have to switch this to "M," because of the plot's underlining inspiration, which stinks for all of you 13 and younger registered users if I do. Oh, and for future reference, I am in no way sacrilegious, as a faint hint there to some of the plot . . . SO DON'T FLAME!).
WARNING: PLEASE READ THIS PROLOGUE (THIS STORY, PERIOD) AT YOUR OWN RISK, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY RELIGIOUS. WHILE I AM NOT TRYING TO BE DISRESPECTFUL, I MAY STILL END UP DOING SO FOR SOME OF YOU -- HENCE, THE WARNING, UNDERSTANDING, AND APOLOGY IN ADVANCE.
This story/prologue was created/written in July 2006.
"There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red, and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as late figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind. The sky receded like a scroll, rolling up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place." -- Revelation 6:12-14.
The last day, I can remember vividly, had been rather peaceful -- all things considered . . . The unwanted "new" life that had been bestowed upon me after the incident when I was sixteen years old, was continuously execrable.
Environmentally, I was still alone within this existence, being the sole survivor to my immediate family. I was still a hapless ward of the state for two years now, and continued to play "Foster Home Musical Chairs" (as the homes I had been sporadically placed within never cared to have me around for very long, and spat me back out into the harsh, real world at the first chance presented).
Emotionally, I was as pessimistic as ever, as a result of said substandard life. I had just completed high school through early graduation during the beginning of January (which was really no surprise to me on a personal level, considering that I am no longer the enthusiastic "people person" that I'd used to be, having decidedly returned to burying my head into my schoolbooks even more so than I had before the happening . . . I find that ironic, given that I can vaguely recall that that's what she said she did while growing up as well, and for the same reason. I suppose, in that capacity, we truly had been related . . .), and was enraptured to at last be done with school, period, as I'd decided to forgo college.
Basically? All in all, despite my extreme negativity and superb repugnance of the world overall (with admittedly frequent cravings for something bad to happen to it -- far more than what had because of her -- churning throughout my waking mind), I was basically prepared to go on with the rest of my life, such as it was.
However, nothing, nothing could have even begun to prepare me for what had happened the night before my eighteenth birthday -- the night before the end . . . or, should it be regarded as the beginning?
-- End of Prologue
(A.N. Obviously, this is confusing to those who haven't read my "Requiem for a Dream" story before this, so all of Will's references to "her" and "what happened two years ago" will completely go straight over your head. Sorry for that, but just read the first story to alleviate the confusion if you'd like. Anyhow, I'd written more, honestly, such as Will continuing on in her P.O.V. and what had happened the night before her birthday, but I wanted to add more stuff to it. So I will switch it out of Will's P.O.V. and into the usual third person P.O.V. and move the rest of the prologue into chapter one, which is long anyhow – so it'll make up for this short prologue . . . however, if you think about it, it reveals volumes, especially the quote . . . cough. LoL But anyhow, I'm still not sure if I even will continue on, though. I've been juggling with the decision all week. We'll see, though, especially if this gets interest and support as well. Thanks.)