Twilight, a searing orange glow of fire burns in the horizon cooled only by the icy glow of the rising moon. The two forces entwine in the dance of two long lovers. As the cold glow of the moon increases the fiery passion of the sun begins to die and a new form of day and night combined is formed. This is a time without true time within itself. All other forces cease their existence. There is one thing left however. A young woman sits atop what appears to be yet another of what are many crumbling skyscrapers in what was once a city. She is barely noticeable from our birds eye view of the city, and yet our attention is drawn to her. She seems to emanate her own special force that demands our attention. And have it she will as we descend to her secluded seating.

A beautiful girl indeed as we were correct in our judgment from far above. Her hair that falls about her in a curtain barely touching the ground she is sitting on seems to shift between two colors at once and this is what first attracts the eye. A dark black that seems to catch the failing light and suddenly shine back with nova force in a green light, it flows about her head in the light breeze of the evening allowing us quick glances at her remarkable features. She has a small, naturally kind face that emanates an aura of kindness unmatched by most yet underneath we sense a feeling of dark emotions best left untouched by us and our observations. So for now we will simply move on in our study. On second look we realize she is much taller than she appeared due to her sitting position. Long shapely legs fold beneath her with almost prim neatness and ease. Her shirt folds over her ample breasts and is dirt covered with what appears to be soot and is printed with letters left unreadable through use. The cut off jean shorts she wears merely help to accentuate her legs.

And yet....why is such a desirable girl for any man left sitting here alone? Curiosity being such a strong force for us compels us to sit and wait, perhaps our desired answers will be revealed. A little more mind probing at least provides us with a name by which to call her by but we decide to cut our probing short, things are always much more interesting when they are not entirely known to us before hand. However let us tap in once more so we may listen to her thoughts and perhaps give us insight.

She's got a lot on her mind doesn't she but this in particular is fascinating. No birds are singing. A simple yet profound thought all in one. She is right, here the birds have not sung for a long time. Being unable to deal with the failing ecosystem they simply left but that is a story for another day itself for now let us simply follow this thought's course into the abyss as we once more fade away to the celestial omniverse of all things ever possible.

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Lita has been thinking quite a bit recently but really ever since she started having these nightmares. She stares out at the lovers’ quarrel that is twilight and finally voices this one thought.

"No birds are singing." Her voice comes out in no more than a whisper a mere sigh yet without all the noise the city below her once generated it seems to her ears that the sound simply flies off into eternity echoing forever. It is not enough to relieve her tortured mind but it will do for now. She knows there is more to it than that but the truth she still cannot admit to herself. When did the birds stop singing? This is the question that frightens her most for the simple reason is that she cannot remember when. Did it slowly taper off or come to some sort of abrupt end? The worlds most horrible disaster...and she has no idea how or when it happened. The implications of this are too much for her as this could mean several things, but one leaves her lying awake in the depths of night. The insomnia may save her from the impending nightmares but she is unsure of which is worse, the tortures of her mind in the waking or the tortures in the depths of her mind in the dreaming.

The first time the nightmare struck she found herself awake drenched from head to toe in a substance she could not readily identify until she realized it was her own sweat. Each time she falls asleep it seems the dream moves a little further towards its conclusion. A conclusion she most definitely wishes never to see, but fears she may well see whether she wants to or not.

So she sits and watches trying to remember when the birds stopped singing and as the last of sun’s glow disappears over the devastated horizon before her she drifts off to what seems to be a peaceful nights sleep for once. But then the nightmare starts.

Author’s Note: Doesn’t explain much does it? Well if you read the further installments (as I hope you will) you all will eventually be revealed. Right now I want to stop any junk mail that may come my way complaining about the description of Lita mainly because I understand many people will initially confuse the character with that of the popular anime series Sailor Moon. This story has now association with Sailor Moon beyond the point of that one name. I just happen to like the name Lita and the fact that a Sailor Scout shares the name was actually a coincidence that I never knew of until later and by then I wasn't going to change her name. If you are still reading this good for you as this will be helpful in your deciding if you keep reading the series. This is a action fic dealing with characters of me and my friends’ own creation it also contains quite a bit of romance with Lita and a character soon to be introduced. Also if your not much for anyone who likes to use characters who use ki attacks be warned there is quite a bit of it but I tried to use their ki techniques in artistic fashion rather than a straightforward fashion so I hope it will keep you entertained. Until next time this is Inferno signing out.

The next Chapter: Hell of Dreams

Don't worry it’s longer.