Ava Mist

The Beginning (Prologue)

April 21st 2000'OS (Equivilent to 21st century) *Avas Birth*

"What are we going to do with her, i thought i demanded for you to get an abortion!" Claire's father cursed through gritted teeth.

"I couldn't bring myself to do it!"
In the throne room in palace......... Was Claire in a fine white dress that fell around her like leaves would fall from a tree, faced her father who was the mighty exorcist and king of ......... . With every mighty exorcist came a whole new kingdom. Claire's father sat in his throne made of silver, and splashed with holy water wearing his black cloak like gown with two crosses of the Christ embroided in the top corners near his shoulders. "I don't care. It was a demand, your lucky your even alive after giving birth to such thing! Do you understand how much dishonour that brings to our family. Do you know how bad it makes me look, to have a daughter that would betray her people!" Of course being the mighty exorcist he always had to put his people first no matter what. Family would sometimes overrule the laws and perhaps the laws could have been twisted, but in this case it was not possible. As much as he wanted to watch Ava grow to become more elegant then her mother, he had to get rid of her before she destroyed everything. Word about Ava could never get out to the kingdom, for then Claire was sure to be burned to death at the stake for the trial of witchery and Clint (lead exorcist/Claire's father) would become stripped of his title, and lose everything he ever owned.

If he had have known that Claire was pregnant with Ava, he would have killed the child him self, even if it meant hurting his daughter. Clint wasn't quite sure as to, how he was so sure that Ava was the off-spring of the devil, but he was sure it was another one of his exorcist dreams. For dreams to be given to an exorcist it meant it was a message from god, creating a new prophecy. With a new prophecy there was a war with. hell and heaven were at there beginning stages of battle. An offspring,Baby Ava, was the devil first attack and it succeeded hitting heaven off guard. Once the first attack was made nothing could change the prophecy, it just means the prophecy had been been permanently set into place and nothing could remove it. For humanity to survive an oncoming war between hell and heaven, all lives were placed into all exorcists hands. Every precaution heaven sends you, you do. The first precaution was to remove Ava from the Earth. If the removal of Ava succeeded that would be heaven first and final attack, declaring the end of war and heaven victory. 'She is the devils child and there is no doubt about it.' The voice of god echoed through his mind, pulling him back from any hesitation. Tears were beginning to form in Claire's eyes as the room filled with the cry of baby Ava through the baby monitor. Claire not wanting to be lectured any further turned away from her father, hoping she could leave and brush aside the nonsensical argument and comfort her child peacefully. As Claire started to make her way to the big stone doors that would lead her to the path of Ava's room. A tight grip quickly clamped onto her wrist. On instinct she tried to pull free but the grip only became tighter. Startled claire follows the hand to its owner, It belonged to one of her fathers guards. Claire's gaze quickly switched to her fathers. "Take her to the dungeon!" He called
Claires heart beat began frantically beating. "No No DAD...What about Ava!" Claire screamed out with new found tears. Claires father turned his attention to the big figure that rushed into the room at the sound of the claire's sudden outburst. At the stone door of the room now stood Knight Johnathon. Big muscly bulk build that was created throughout the tough process of becoming a royal knight, Nice brown tan, charcoal disheveled black hair along with his obvious new uniform. the uniform of which was given to those who were to be graduating knight camp soon. "Johnathon I know you haven't graduated knight camp," Claires father voiced. "but with this order if you follow and succeed everyone in the kingdom shall praise you for being the hero who killed the devils child!"
"Sire there must be an---"
"That is an order Johnathon!" Johnathon stood there in mid thought with a heavy heart. He couldn't do that. he asked himself why he couldn't do it. If it was the devils child then it wasn't his, and he shouldn't have a problem going through with the assassination of the child. Perhaps the thought of of seeing the look of betrayal and despair on claires face, Or never being able to live with him self if claire would never forgive him. Johnathon was quickly snapped out of his thoughts at the startling sound of claires cries for hope.
"JOHNATHON!..PLEASE DON'T..I'M BEGGING YOU...WE DON'T KNOW IF SHE REALLY IS THE DEVILS CHILD!...there's still a chance she could be yours!!" The expression on Johnathon's face softens, and looks as if cowardly. "Johnathon don't listen to her.Shes Lying, now we don't have time hurry!"
"PLEASE JOHNATHON..HEAR ME OUT!!!..She could be yours after all!"
Johnathon could no longer stand the shouts of claire. With his masculine figure and his sword, which was only known to exist in legends, Shook off the Wretched screams from Claire and makes his way to Baby Ava's room. He would decide what to do then.
In the mean time Claire needed to figure out a way to free herself of her fathers loyal guards. fighting back against the guards shouldn't be to hard, she thought. Considering she was a warrior princess after all. The guards were already struggling to hold her up and surely her father would have been smarter and given shouts for stronger guards. But as much as her father held disappointment towards her, surely he wasn't to deep into disappointment that he underestimate his own daughters strength. Claire let out a quick grin at the thought of the surprised look her father would wear, when she finally broke free.
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Johanthon made his way down the stone halls. For a castle that houses a mighty exorcist, it wasn't kept in proper care. The stone walls had many cracks and were covered in lots of debris, The halls were kept awfully dim and it got johnathon thinking. How long had it been since he had been down this end of the castle. The last time he could remember was when he had been caught stealing a bread roll from a little stall, out in the kingdom's shopping district. Although the kingdom was ruled b a mighty exorcist, nothing could cleanse the scarcity from a kingdom that was so coiled with in there beliefs for god. If you were poor it was because you did bad things in your past life, and god had damned your soul to repent in this life, If you were rich it was because you did honorable things in your past life and god gave your soul his blessings. Instead of being kept in a cell Johnathon was cleansed of all evil in a special ritual performed by the inked. The inked were lower ranked exorcists who's specialty were cleansing all bad spirits from a soul, returning its purity. They got there named 'the inked' due to the markings on there skin, It looked as is someone had tortured them in a cell for endless hours with burning iron. but they were actually born with the markings, a gift from god to show there purity and strong beliefs in greater beings from there previous lives. After the cleansing it was decided Johnathon would be placed in one of the unkempt rooms further-est away from the o' mighty, while being put to training for the royal knight corps. Never in that time would he have thought that he would become as successful as he is now and be blessed with the warrior princess as his fiance. But he also never thought he'd have to be sent to the same room with the weight of someones life on his shoulders. Kill Ava and gain the royal title or save Ava's life and be sacrificed to god. half of Johnathon was telling him to do it, kill Ava and the other half was pulling him back, telling him not to do it. That she couldn't grow to be the beast everyone fears she is if she is raised the right way. But no one will care to give Johnathon nor claire an ear. and now know one will know whether Ava is the destruction or saviour of the world. "Curse The Prophecy!" Johanthon whispered to himself. 'If I don't go through with this i would surely lose my chance at becoming the best knight, to serve this kingdom, and there's no doubt Clint wouldn't hesitate sacrificing me to the lords of heaven.' Thoughts ran riot in his head.
Johnathon soon came to the doors of the room, The room he was thrown in when he was 14, The room he had grown up in not knowing whether he'd die or live, Not knowing what the outcome of his fate would be. Now he had to make the Same decision for Ava's fate, as someone had once done for him. entering the room Johnathon was hit with a hole pile of unsettling emotions, like being hit with a feathered pillow but full of stones. At the sight of baby Ava Johnathon was taken aback. Every bad thought or decision, every bad word and feared emotion towards the child, all had to be false. The child was to beautiful, just like her mother, The child's eyes held the worlds fate. Johnathon didn't see war and destruction and hell, He only saw Peace and victory and heroism, There was no way the child was the worlds end. could he kill her, end her fate or create it and continue it. So many thoughts, so much hesitation. Unsheathing his sword from its hilt, he held it firmly in his hand, He raised the sword just over the cradle, Bent down and with rattling care he scooped and cradled baby Ava in his arms. she may be the devils child, but she is the devils end.
With the confirmed decision of just making a break for it, Johnathon did so. At first he tried to play it calm, walking out of Ava's room, hoping not to spark any suspicion from guarding knights. If he were to show any sign of suspicion, well, johnathon didn't know what to expect. But when the time comes he will run, and he will protect Ava, No reason needed nor questioning himself was needed, He was sure of it, sure that Ava were the opposite of what everyone feared. Turning a sharp corner, johnathon was startled, In all his haste he didn't think to move like a night would, with there balanced shoulders, even and swift movements. Instead Johnathon had been walking with unbalanced shoulders and an uneven swiftness to his strut. Right in front of him was one of many guards standing before him, with an eyebrow quirked and a questioning look upon his face. The guard gave johnathon a one over and did a quick re-scan when he'd noticed something cradled in johnathons arms. "Whats that there in your arm?" Questioned the suspecting guard. Fortunately that was all the guard could muster before Johnathon swung the hilt of his sword down into the guards face, winding him and knocking him out cold. The impact of the guard crashing to the ground was Johnathons cue to run, Run away, ensure Ava's safety then come back for Claire later. Somehow.
Johnathons grip on Ava grew more fierce with protection. Every sprinting stride seemed to call on more and more guards, each one locking down on Johnathon's suspicion and charged for him in loyal determination. Shouts could be heard all over the place, guards calling out demands, directing and demanding orders. "Go send a message to the ol' mighty." One shouted. Other shouts were heard but were swallowed up by the sounds of metal feet clashing against the hard stone floor. The herd of soldiers grew thicker and thicker and with every step Johnathon took, it seemed as if it brought the guards closer and closer. With the gaining of the guards Johnathon was brought to conclusion of how big of a mistake he had made, when it came to calculating the palace's defense. The power held within the palace was way out of Johnathon's expectations. After running in a straight line for so long, guards up ahead had finally taken note of what all the loud sounds of commotion were about. A figure could be seen in the distance and Johnathon was making a fast approach, with quick judgement, Johnathon concluded who the guard was. It was....... whom wasn't as big as he himself and decided he'd risk the act of charging him to the side.
Before Johnathon could think twice the guard quickly swung out his sword, just missing baby Ava and slashing a new gash on the front of Johnathons arm. The warmth of fresh blood trickled down Johnathons new wound. ....... Seemed to falter at the sight of hurting whom was once a close commrade, and before Johnathon could make his attack, ...... slashed at Johnathon agian. Johnathon barely dodged the blade, giving him a nice bloodied wound on his cheek. With every swing the guard threw, the gashes were becoming deeper and deeper. It seemed Johnathons leather tunic wasn't doing much for protection. Mustering as much steadiness and as he could Johnathon stepped back on bad footing and almost pulled himself down. The sound of clashing metal to stone was approaching quickly and was becoming more clear to hear. A quick glance behind him, and he saw time appear and then disappear within a blink. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to protect Ava he needed to get past the measly guard, or everything would have been for nothing. With another scan of the guard, Johnathon made another charge for him. The gaurd continued swinging but johnathon caught onto the pattern of the attacks, dodged with ease, and knocked the guard off his feet. The guard was left in dismay for a few seconds and, in those seconds johnathon had brough his blade down into the guards throat. Johnathon quickly pulled his sward free of the now dead body, almost dragging it along, continued his sprint to freedom. With another sharp and quick turn around a corner, Johanthon saw fate closing in in him. At least 15 or so different guards stood before him, like big gladiators going out into the collassium to defeat a beast. Johnathon was the beast. The thought of changing directions entered his mind for a few seconds, before it was rejected at the memory of the huge numbers, rearing up on him. what do i do? I cant fight 30 guards, single handed!
one by one the guards began attacking, with ease Johnathon managed to cut down the first few lines of guards but the struggle was becoming harder and harder to bear, His sword was becoming heavy and his arm was tiring. Johnathon was fine taking the beatings and getting slashed by the blades, as long as they didn't touch Ava, he felt no pain and no regret, But with every hit the impact was becoming heavier and harder to bear and Johnathon was seriously panicking at this point. 10 to 15 guards still stood in front of him, each one of them wearing a merciless grin. At this stage there was nothing more Johnathon could do, all he could do was hope, he couldn't prey, but he could hope, And that's what he did as he fell to the floor. With the last of his strength he made sure he had positioned himself so he was just covering Ava, Bearing his back to the slashes of soul crushing blades. Johnathon was about to surrender in defeat as the edges of his eyes began shrinking in with the clouds of defeat. But then the sound of cries of pain and metal clashing against one another, gave Johnathon the strength to grip onto hope.
He looked up and could just see the figure of a feminine arm and the slight flow of a white gown. As the cries of guards grew he finally saw who was at the center of the commotion. It was claire! Johnathon's heart began to hammer with relief as he caught claire's eyes for a split second as she turned to slash at an oncoming guard. With the swift motion of her arm she brought the guard to his death. Johnathon couldnt help but stare in awe.
"QUICK GET OUT, WHILE YOU CAN!" Claire screamed
At the sound of Claire's command Johnathon was immediately snapped out of his haze and scrambled to his feet. Gripping Ava with even more assurance, Johnathon set off running as fast as his damaged body would allow him to go. Running caused Johnathon much grief and pain as his wounds flared with pain, but the adrenaline of battle seemed to have numbed his wounds and enable him to run further. The temptation to peak over his shoulder to check if claire was ok was becoming a painful nuisance, Especially when death was oh so close on there tails.
Approaching and rounding the last corner, the exit came into view and Johnathon began to fight even harder against his bodies wills to move faster. Although screams of pain and death filled the halls, one scream stood out to him the most. Johnathon turned around and instantly fell to the floor in complete grief. Claire laid there at a non-human angle, with an arrow sticking out of her chest.
Not caring how close he was to escape and certain safety, he took this quick moment to say goodbye.
"Quick get out of here while you have your chance.." Claire murmured
Johnathon couldn't help it. The sounds of pain and grief were emenating off claire, like the smoke from a burning fire. "Claire!" Johathon pleaded, with tears dropping onto her greying face.
"Take Care of Ava..." Every word was becoming more and more quiet, Johnathon had to lean, almost forhead to forhead, to hear Claire. He grabbed her Hand and held it tightly, failing at an attempt to choke down a sob.
"Claire...Please don't go!" Knowing it was useless to pleade for the impossible, he couldnt help it.
"i love you... and Ava" With one last painful breath, claire breathed her last breath, her heart beat its last beat before falling into an eternal slumber.
"I love you to" Whispered Johnathin.The sounds of clashing feet against the stone cold floor. brought Johnathon out of his reverie. Without wiping the flow of tears that trailed down his face 
he quickly gave claire the last kiss he would ever give her. The feeling of her cold pale lips agianst his, broke him even more. Gripping onto Ava, afraid to lose her, he began running for the, yet so close but so far, exit. The gate was rolling down and he was only a few feet away.He knew he himself wouldn't make it, he didnt want Claires death to go in vain. With the last of his stamina and strength, he held his arms out in front of him, positioning Ava as to roll er to safety. 'please be there. he begged. Please help her.'
With those being his last thoughts and Ava's cries of not only physical but emotional pain, being the last sound he heard. He looked down and there it was, the same blade that had put Claire into her eternal slumber. 

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