Jaid: Hello all! Well, you asked for it and here it is. Circle of the Moon. I’m not sure what will happen in this fic; it was brought on by a weird dream that was a mix of Yu-Gi-Oh!, Gundam Wing, and Card Captors (this is what happens when you watch different animes at night). This prolouge is not really a prologue; rather it is an explanation of the different peoples and customs, as well as the wizards. To really understand the story and the relations between man, dwarf and elf, you need to read this.

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Prologue

Elves:

Kinar – The Kinar are the High Elves, the Elves of the noblest blood. From them all other Elf “families” came into being. They were the original article created by Undúvar. They are tall, almost as tall as man, but still slender. They are fair-skinned, with pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The Kinar are peaceful, but are mighty warriors when pressed. Compared to other Elves, they are the most dreamy.

Sathien – Mountain elves. They are fair-skinned and slender, as well, but dark haired and dark eyed. They love the mountains and metal work. They are the finest smiths next to the dwarves, sometimes even surpassing them. They prefer to work and they can fight. They are extremely loyal and brave by nature.

Sithón – Wood elves. They are the smallest and slenderest of the Elven kindred, which is useful for climbing the trees they love. They also have the best hearing and eyesight, making them the best archers. They have ash-colored hair and pale eyes. Sithón can move as quickly and effortlessly as the wind, though they make not a sound. However, by nature they are suspicious and untrusting, but with a good reason. When the war against the Evil Ones in the North erupted and lashed out against the Elves, the Sithón were the only race without a fortress to run too, and therefore where horribly decimated. They are warriors by blood and keen hunters. A human captain would pay blood to have one Sithón archer among his ranks.

Hathéín – Literally means “fallen from grace.” Hathéín are the Dark Elves. They were the only ones to forge an alliance with the Evil. Since then they have remained outcasts, cursed by their own greed and suspicion. Most cannot abide sunlight and they hate all the other elves, but espcially Sithón, because the Wood Elves were their fiercest enemy. They usually have brown or black hair and dark eyes.

Dwarves:

Dwarves live in the Hapenthien mountains, were they do a lot of mining. Dwarves are stubborn and loyal to a fault, although at first they are suspicious.

Human Peoples & Countries:

Ronan: The Ronan are horsemen. They are quick minded, but easily quick tempered, as well as friendly, and generally easy to get along with. They live simply and are characterized by sturdy, stocky figures, blonde hair and blue eyes.

Cainterah: Mostly populated with farmers, ranchers, and herders. Generally gentle people and complacent. Sturdy people, with red or brown hair, usually.

Sedenah: A great desert. Few nomads live here, living usually in cities carved in canyon walls. There are quite a few oasis’s. Dark skinned people, with dark hair and eyes.

Levenah: This country is also farmers and herders, but also fishermen and warriors. Levenah are among the noblest and oldest of men. They are tall and noble looking with dark hair and eyes and fair skin.

Tanar: A country known for its warriors and scholars. A fierce proud and beautiful people. They too are slightly dark-skinned, with black hair and almond-shaped black eyes. (guess where Wufei’s from ^__^)

Kingdoms & Realms

Theintoviel: “Golden Wood”. Elvish King Anmar rules here. He has five daughters and three sons. The wood is known for it’s beautiful but rare Helios trees, which, when in full bloom, can tell you why it is known as the Golden Wood.

Cinq: The last Kinar kingdom. Lord Peacecraft and his wife live there with their two daughters. It is a kingdom of beauty, light and life. It’s forests and valleys are almost untouched, yet the city glows with an unearthly glow. It’s castle seems to have a pearl-like polish and though many have longed to see the sight, few do, for Sank is well hidden.

Cart’ah’rath: Meeting place of the wizards. No one has ever seen this either. It is an old stone room. It is in a circle, pillars for walls. Five seats are in semi circle around the fire pit, where the wizards converge and discuss the happenings of the world.

Tenar Sun: Capital of Tanar.

Noran: Capital of Ronan.

Hisdepah: Capital of Cainterah.

Taynare: Capital of Levenah.

Suul’mor’doth: The desolate place, where the Evil once dwelt.

The Wizards:

Head of the Order: Trieze. Although young in appearance, Treize is easily as old as a middle-aged elf. He wears a garment of dark blue, almost black, with purple and gold. A sword is at his side and he carries a simple black staff. He has dominion over all the powers.

Second of the Order: WuFei Chang, Lord of Tanar. He wears robes of blue that are slightly lighter than Trieze’s, and black. He has a black staff the has the emblem of the sun and moon at the top. When not in battle, he wears his hair loose and puts on his glasses. WuFei controls the dark powers: darkness, fog, electricity, moon and stars.

Third of the Order: Relena Peacecraft, Lady of Sank. She wears robes of pale gold and white. Her staff is white as well, with a golden winged sun at the top. Her powers are of the light: sun, brightness, starlight, moon light, and wind (the wind that blows away the fog).

Fourth of the Order: Heero Yuy, Unknown. He wears garments of green, black and red. He is the only one besides WuFei to carry a sword openly. His staff is simple and brown. Heero is the holder of the Elements: storm, wind, fire, water, earth and sky.

Fifth of the Order: Sally Po of Ronan. She wears garments of the palest blue, and also has a simple wooden staff. She carries the power of healing: plants, water, sun, and sky.

Prolouge part two

            “What’s happened? What’s going on?” Quatre asked bewildered. His older brother, Renin, turned and scowled.

            “Go back to your room, Quatre. You’re too young for this.” he said. Quatre’s jaw tightened.

            “What’s happening?” he asked again, this time in a steely tone. Quatre’s other older brother Neefan stared a little uneasily at Renin, then turned back to Quatre.

            “Something might have broken through our defenses.” he said quietly. “Go back and get the girls, then find mother. Hurry!”

            Quatre nodded and dashed off.

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            Quatre had done as he was told. His five older sisters were safe; now to find mother. But she wasn’t any where, and sounds of battle were coming closer. Quatre was shaking now, from nervousness. He was as good an archer as any of his people, but he had never shot to kill before. Quatre heard a hoarse cry and spun out of the way just in time as a demonic looking syrch hurled it’s spear at him. As he spun, he brought up and arrow and then let it fly. For several minutes, he didn’t think, he simply concentrated on shooting syrch until they were dead, but they kept coming. Sweat poured down his face as he realized that he was running out of arrows. Finally they were all gone and Quatre did the only thing he could; run.

            He slammed into a heave door, amazingly opening it; only to fall into a room full of, you guessed it, syrch. He grimaced and was on his feet in a moment, only to come face to face with the group that had been chasing him. They leered and began to taunt, and Quatre felt panic begin to rise as one reached out to grab him…

            His eyes flew open and he sat up, shaking. A dream, just a dream. he told himself. That time is past. There are no syrch here. Calm down, Quatre. Presently his heart stopped beating and he relaxed. He ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair, an inheritance of his mother. His eyes, aquamarine, had puzzled everyone though, for it was known that no elf or human had such eyes. Everyone finally figured that it was simply the fact that a High Elf had married a Wood Elf.

            Quatre glanced at his companion who was still asleep a few yards away. Getting up, Quatre drew his cloak around him and went for a walk, hopefully to shake of the remnants of the dream. No, not a dream…a memory.

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            WuFei stood in the room visibly shaking with anger and grief. Everywhere he looked, the once beautiful throne room was littered with dead bodies and stained with blood. Shakily, he raised his sword and with a great cry, plunged it into the ground. The blow was so strong, that it splintered the marble floor and stuck in it. WuFei fell to his knees, sobbing. At that moment, Chang WuFei, Lord of Tanar, Second of the Order and holder of the dark powers, swore that the ones responsible would see justice and that he would not rest until he saw it done.

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Jaid: Whew! Okay, that was the prologue, sorta. I’ll the first chapter out soon. Review plz!!