(A/N: The poem in the descrition is an original composition. Please don't copy.

Also, I do not know anything about Greek, Latin nor any of the dead languages I will probably use in this story. I only use Google translate and/or search it in the web. It probably wont be that reliable so forgive me.) She ran. She ran blindly through the night until she couldnt take another step. She didnt dare use her powers for anything except as a last resort. Using her powers would be the same as lighting a beacon and attracting all of the creatures she has been struggling to escape from since the last decade. The extent of her exhaustion was appalling but she couldnt let this weaken her. She wouldnt let this weaken her. She stopped dead in her tracks and swiveled to face those who were tracking her. Golden mist hissing with energy surrounded the girl. Her posture showed her courage but her eyes betrayed her. If this werent a situation where she would use her magic as a last resort, then she wouldnt know what that situation would be. She lifted her hands, chanting incantations all the while. Soon after, hail the size of a grown mans fist rained down on her pursuers and the sound of horses neighing in pain and the mens thudding bodies echoed in the night. Rain poured and soon drenched her. She cursed in Latin. She wasnt expecting any magic users to appear.

Milady, you know that I am at your disposal. Command me I will do it to the best of my ability. Said a man clad in armor that came out from the shadows. Arthur! Did I not say that you were not to follow me? She exclaimed in surprise and let her arms fall down to her sides, though never taking her eyes off the men who had had orders to kill her on sight. She sighed, Then let me ask a last request. Run. Leave me and find the Two that is One and the One that is Whole and train them. They are our only hope. Arthur looked taken aback but composed himself in the span of a heartbeat, As you have commanded, then I shall fulfill it.

The men on foot were stalking closer and closer. The girl closed her eyes and clapped her hands. A wave of fire flared to life and created a wall that separated her from her pursuers but the enchanted rain was dowsing it slowly and she couldnt hold it much longer. She swayed with exhaustion and saw black spots dancing in front of her. Go! She commanded. Arthur asked no questions. He slid back in the shadows and ran. Goodbye, my friend She muttered to the winds before drawing her sword and running to meet her end.

. I am immortal. Thousands of pictures flashed in my minds eye. Illness cannot harm me, nor does death have any claim over me.

Millions of sensations coursed through my body. . I am invincible. I have lost all sense of who I am anymore. No one has ever come close to laying a finger on me. I am now The Lumiere. But now, I am captured And Im held captive.

(Signed, The Lumiere. May 13, 1432.)