It Started with Twelve

Prologue

Downtown we let it go

Sunset high and our bodies low

Blood rush in the hazy glow

My hands, your bones

He slashed with his sword, leaving long scratches in the tree in front of him. It was relaxing to fight like this, as hot, salty sweat dripped down his face. His black hair had been slightly spiked up, some strands plastered to his face. The hair framed his pale face, with a sharp jawline and protruding collarbones. His slanted hazel eyes were filled with determination as he moved with grace and brute force. The boy had noticeable muscles as he lifted up the weight of the weapon, as he was wearing only a simple, blue tight fitting tee-shirt. He was beautifully terrifying. No one was around the eighteen year old when it happened. He only noticed the person when they were right above them, bringing down a heavy object, knocking him unconscious.

 Aries

Loose up, we break the scene

One step deep as you fall to me

Heart clap, we skip a beat

Count one, two, three

A lanky boy lay in the open field, long yellow grass swaying in the light wind. He had dirty blond hair that was cut to his earlobe, and was extremely messy, which matched his murky blue eyes that stood out against his pale skin. His posture was slightly slouched when he stood, stretching out his long limbs. It was obvious that he wasn't all that muscular, just skin and bone. A light grey tee-shirt hung off his shoulders, seemingly a bit too big. He yawned as he began to walk over to the trees, looking forward to eating the delicious berries that he could always somehow find. He entered the forest, heading towards a large patch of them. Now a days, there wasn't much to eat, and most kids like himself would stray into the open fields and forests to find berries and wild vegetables. It was horrible in the cities, they could all agree. He heard an urgent voice, screaming... run? He turned to look, but he found himself facing a tall hooded person, who immediately brought down a smooth rock onto his head.

Taurus

And don't you stop the music 

Get into it

 Won't you dance with me?

She began to walk back towards the small village her and her friends had made, the voice in her mind whispering to her. The voice talked about how horrible everything was, how it was her fault everything happened. The bombings, the civilizations falling apart, her parents dying. She smiled, her lip trembling, as she told herself it was wrong. It wasn't her fault. It couldn't be... could it? She ran hand through her extremely dark hair, her fingers feeling the tight curls. Her emerald green eyes stood out against her dark brown skin, and her cheekbones were her most prominent feature. The girl was muscular, but had more skin on her belly and on her legs, being curvy and bigger than most. She quickly glanced back at her friend, who had said he was going to stay in the fields for awhile longer, and remembered that she left her dagger over there, as she had brought it to clear a space for the five of them to sit. She told her friends and began to walk back to get her dagger. As she stood up and started walking to the forest, she noticed a large hooded figure following. She dismissed it as one of her hallucinations, quickly grabbing her knife and walking after him. But when she tried to focus to make it leave, it didn't, she realized in horror that it was real. She screamed at him to run, but the person, or thing, quickly knocked him out, then turning to her and swiftly walking up to her. She froze, completely forgetting about the weapon in her hand as it knocked her out within a few seconds.