The Beginning

Deep in a heart so troubled with confliction, a special memory lay untouched in the mind of a girl 16,000,000 years older than she looked. Layna sat quietly in the corner of her dank little apartment, a hauntingly melancholy tune weaving it's mystical enchantment from her old phonograph. All together she appeared to be much too sad but in the reality of her troubled mind she was far from sad, she was content, content that she had lost Matayas for now, content in her knowledge that she was the only one who could save him. "Oh Matayas, I will find thee...no matter how long it takes" she softly whispered to no one in particular, and with that her mind rolled into another memory lapse. 1

It was late and he was tired, so tired he could barley stand. Even demons grow weary from time to time, but this weariness was from loneliness and discontent. Aimlessly he had wandered through these woods searching for the key to his past and longing to be back with Layna, with his beautiful bride-to-be. Each time he closed his eyes her dark hair and crystalline blue eyes rested firmly in his inner sight, the gentle melody of her voice rang in his ears. Oh he would see her again, he had to, he could not survive without her, but as he dreamed of his dark angel his fate was being cruelly twisted. From somewhere in the center of the forest arrows began to fly and before he could react Matayas was captured. As Matayas' head cleared of the thick, dense fog of unconsciousness, he realized something almost unbearable: Daiquiri had him in her claws, had him at her mercy. He knew she was there even though he could not see, hear or even smell her. It was all an instinct, her merciless energy filled this dungeon, this castle. Shaken awake by this knowledge he sat up against the wall, his wrists aching from being chained as the dull throbbing in his head became a sharp, agonizing pain. From somewhere down the hall the wicked laughter of the jealous and determined echoed in every corridor. Silently his hatred flared and as the click of Daiquiri's shoes resounded through the hall, he slipped willingly back into the depths of his own mind. 2