Forgottenpast22:  Now, we finally reach the start of the story...........kinda.  ("-_- ) I'M SORRY! I didn't mean to drag out the story this much! Forgive this terrible writer!  

Haruki: (walks into the room) *sweatdrops* sigh....what did you do this time, my dear creator and god of my world? (sarcasm)

Forgotten: I dragged out the story by another chapter! Why do these things happen to me! I wanna skip to the real story, and find out what happens after y-mmgh! mmfh? rmmphf! (translation: -ou! What? Get this offa me, you baka!)   (ducktaped mouth)

Haruki: (scarry calm smile) You were about to blab about what happens next, you should be on your knees bowing, saying "Thank you Haruki-sama for saving me from spoiling the plot!" and what did you mean about about finding out what happens next? You are the god (unfortunetly) of this fanfiction, or did you forget about that?

Forgotten: Puweh! (gulping air) I'm alive! I haven't succumbed to the mighty wrath of the Shining Sun! (Haruki - Haru = sun, sunlight  /  Ki = radience, shine or life)

Haruki: I'm waiting. You've got exactly ten seconds after this sentence, or I will send you into an abyss where there is no anime, no manga, and no fanfiction.  Ten. Nine. Eig-

Forgotten: Welligotthestoryideaandmainplotfrommydreamsrightsoimliterallydreamingideasupandthescenesareallovertheplaceihaventgottenthedreamforthenextchaptersopleasedontbemad! Hahh, hahh (panting)

Haruki: Again. And slower. Can't have you breaking down before you finish the story, now can we?

Forgotten: Well, I got the story idea and main plot from my dreams right? So I'm literally dreaming ideas up, and the scenes are all over the place! I haven't gotten the dream for the next chapter! Please don't send me to that awful place!

Haruki: Good author. Now I'll let that slide for now, but don't mess up next time.

Forgotten: Yes, yes, I won't! (turns back to the screen) Now, on to the story!

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~??? POV~

Eyes, yet not quite eyes, look over the world we exist, searching for something among the billions of lights that dots the earth in every color possible. What, we will never know. At least, for now. 

Now, which one in this will fit the quota for the task ahead?

The ey- no, not eyes, but conscious, locks on one particular light that shines just a bit brighter than the others, and the bright, yet faint light flickers, like a flame exposed to the harsh winds.

Aah, this little one will do quite nicely for my plans.

Quite a variable, this one.

I wonder, how will you change the world I rule over compared to the predecessors before you?

Will you become my marionette? Or will you be a tempest that will join the unpredictable maelstrom and turn the nations round and round?

The light finally lost the battle and flickered out and became a flame, signaling that the had just soul died. The consciousness chuckles, an eerie echoing sound, yet is soothing, kind, and guided the small flame to it.   

Sorry that it's so short, I have writer's block, so this is all I'm posting for now. Ja ne!