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[spoiler=Here is the prologue guys for the story and how it begins. The plot and everything else is done, just the apps and a few small things are needed left, so we'll be RPing shortly! (Plz tell me if you like it.)]The vast sky is tinged with the evening’s hue of dark purple. Thunder

booms through the many clouds that restlessly hang low over the area,

creating a chilling, teasing mist around me. The cool, harsh rain

violently licks my face as I stand upon this hill and gaze in to the

quickly darkening sky. Although it is raining, and lightning viciously rips through the sky, like a fissure would do to land, I didn’t mind

the scenery; in fact, l enjoyed it. Despite the furiosity of the storm

before me, it feels so natural, so distant, and so unreal, almost like

a dream. Yes, a dream: The sky, the lightning, the thunder, the

clouds, this hill… it all feels so vague, yet l cannot forget these

things. No, because, like that day, even after the years that passed, I am trapped here, my feet rooted

to the ground by the terror I see before me. It is a dream I am forced

to wait out, unable to wake up, unable to do anything but stare until

my eyes pain me for keeping them open a moment too long. Yet, it is a

dream my mind will refuse to accept for all eternity, even if it is

powerless to do anything…

 

I remember that day, so clearly, yet it remains painfully fuzzy to me.

It had been a warm, sunny morning. I relaxed, outstretched on the

plentiful trimmed grass that decorated the riverside; grass that

swayed in unison each time the winds flew low enough to kiss them. The

trees had created a thin quilt of shade over the small area l rested

in; even extending its leafy shadows upon the small sliver of water

that flowed serenely. I had come here to fetch wood and water for my

wife- we were Soul Reapers, yet we were given a break to live amongst

the living. I took a deep breath as I remembered her stern, yet

beautiful voice:

“Hurry up back with the wood, so I can prepare something special for

us tonight!”

Although I enjoyed the peaceful area, I decided it was time to return

home to her, before she became worried.

Our home wasn’t very far from the area: A small, wooden house rested

in the middle of a verdant field. It was a simple 20 minute walk from

my location, most of the time being due to the moderate-sized, steep

hill I had to cross to reach the other side. I took my time climbing

it, despite her words. It was a very beautiful hill; lush grass grew,

a few small bushes bearing fruits here and there. I always admired The

World of The Living’s nature. It was a nice little break from tall

buildings, slaying hollows every single day…

When l finally reached the top of the hill, l saw some thing that made

my heart jump.

 

Near the wooden house, a group of hollows, big, vicious, and boasting

with huge quantities of spiritual pressure. Next, my wife, in one’s

arms. A large, crimson blade bolted through her chest. She was only

half-conscious from what I could see, her blood dripping slowly onto

the grass that rested below the hollow’s feet. I felt my energy

slipping from me… this couldn’t be true. I was just seeing things. I

couldn’t move a muscle, paralyzed with the scene that just unfolded

before me. If only I would have listened to my dearest wife’s words, I

could have been here, and saved her…

 

I dropped the bucket and the wood, and ran as fast as I could to the

area where the gang of hollows stood. I knew I was taking a risk: they

were powerful, and I was without my zanpaktou. But I didn’t care; I

wanted to see if this was just a horrible, horrible illusion…

 

It wasn’t. I reached the hollow that held my dying wife, fist back,

ready to strike the hollow with all the strength I could muster. But

alas, I was no match for a being with such power without my zanpaktou,

and I was hurled against a nearby rock, almost effortlessly. As I

struggled to stand up, the hollow uttered words that were barely

audible, yet they burned into my mind.

“ My name is Rafael the Storm titan, on of the most powerful beings of the underworld. The time has come for hell to rise to it’s former glory. We need a

ruler, someone who will restore order amongst the chaos; someone who

will be feared by all and will lead us in our rebellion against the Soul Society, and we have chosen this woman to be that ruler, to guide and to aid us in our conquest. Do not be alarmed, young Soul Reaper: We have not come to end your life just yet. However, anyone who

obstructs our path will be relentlessly stripped of their flesh from their bones.”

He turned around, his back facing me. “How dare you-!” I shouted ,standing up weakly, prepared to strike yet again. But this time, before l could even lift my fingers, I was trapped within a strange vortex of wind, forcing me still as the hollow turned back to me, scowling.

“Did you really think l was that stupid…?” he said, a grin stretched on his decaying face.

“You… bas… tard…!” I managed to spit out.

“So you can still speak, even with my spiritual pressure squeezing your windpipes and organs in place. Very well: Perhapes I should just shut your mouth for you.”

A gust of energy had forced my mouth closed, but I struggled against the pressure I was under, struggling and mumbling was all l could do at this point.

“You can’t speak, and you can’t move Soul Reaper.” The hollow grinned. “I guess now’s a good as a time as ever…”

Within an instant, a flash of red blinded me- it was blood. MY blood. “Mm-!” I noticed that l couldn’t feel my heart beating anymore, my head thinking anymore… It looked like the very end of the road…

The sun had begun to set over the horizon.

 

 

Now of course, this is the point where he meets the other Soul Reapers as it happened two years ago. (Also Word seems to have messed up the format so plz bear with that)

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Thoughts of thinking protrude thoughts of mind equally. Doubt it's existance, and be of the first few to flee.

 

Know...

 

Your tricks do not fool these eyes.

 

Hello. That was my drop of randomness for the day.

 

Bleach... I could never understand it. I guess it's because I kinda cut into the middle of the story and decided to watch from there...

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*Looks around from side-to-side a few times*

What was this about me!? lol

Anyway, yes I will explain anything Bleach that you need to know about. But please do try to give decently specific questions.

Now then, to go read Tempest's work.

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