I could tell you all the times we had gone to the Palace. I can remember very well all of them, but to make the history short I'll tell you just the first time and... the last.

October, 31. 1819. It was one eerie night when Ziegen told me about the Palace. "Zaeru! I heard about this place that you will love, I swear by it! This would be one great Halloween program!" Then he told me, for the first time, about the Prophet Palace. One new and mysterious place inside of the city. Normally people just stay away from there. However we were young, and a little Gothic, or abnormal. In 1819, nobody said "Gothic". Through curiosity I followed him to the Palace.

The Palace was scary, even for someone like me. Human skulls and pentagrams on littered the walls and floors. "Zaeru, come here! The prophet is waiting for us. He can see your past and future... Maybe it will be fun to talk with him!" Ziegen called to me once again. "Sounds interesting enough" I said and then I entered that darkened room where Ziegen and the supposed Prophet (I never did find out his name) were waiting for me. Both sat calmly around a small circular table.

I thought this Prophet would be just like the others liars and charlatans that we always see. Just as I walked through the door, he scooted away from me scared. Ziegen started smiling a little thinking it was just part of the show. I thought the same as him and sat down in the remaining free chair.

The man took our hands and closed his white eyes. Then he started to move his mouth. Ziegen was looking at his face, with no sound, he started again with the his small smiles. I kept my posture, pretending to be interested on this scene. I was starving to read more about the "Evil Spirits" in a stray book that I saw when I entered into the Palace. After 3 minutes in the same position Ziegen got tired and tried to move away. He couldn't. He was stuck in the chair. This made him really scared, while I started to laugh at his visible panic. I thought 'This show was going to be really nice', but then I felt that I was caught too. Wow, this "Prophet" was a good charlatan.

The Prophet opened his eyes, and saw our scared faces. He didn't laugh. He just looked for Ziegen, and then for me. And shook his head in disapproval. "Well, my little friend, you are Ziegen, correct?" he paused for a moment, "I don't see good things for you. One dark aura surrounds your future." Ziegen got pretty scared at this moment.

"And you... Zaeru," The Prophet turned to talk to me now, "I can see an aura for you too, but not in future. You already own this aura. I'd never seen something like this before, I must confess, you frighten me. Take care of yourself, you don't know what kind of powers are sleeping inside you. They could awake any time.". I got scared. What kind of powers he was talking about? Those white eyes started to look reliable. "Begone. The Spirits aren't happy with your presence here, you both must go. NOW!". And then we went rushing out that place.

A half hour after, Ziegen finally started to speak, "OH MY GOD ZAERU! What was that?! Do you believed in what he told us? Black aura on my future, and you with special power?", but I wasn't listening to him. Ever since the Prophet told me about those mysterious powers I felt something different. I felt like one thing inside me was trying to say something to me. I felt like my soul, or whatever it may be, was trying to grow and spread inside me.

I didn't tell Ziegen about these feelings, at least in principle, even knowing that was true. All that I said was, "We must go back again. I believe that man. Please, we MUST go back!" Then we did. After that day, the Prophet would see us throughout the whole year, and so through all that year, I felt that thing growing inside me. Is it the "aura" of the Prophet told us? Well, could be. Something needs to explain those weird things that happened to me and Ziegen. I couldn't hide these things from him anymore, and "aura" sounds like a good for it.

I found out that I could sometimes manipulate people feelings. My "target" could feel angry, happy, lazy, sleepy, hungry, or whatever I wanted it to be. But I didn't know how it worked, so these events were really random.

And then time has past.

October, 31. 1820. Halloween again. We didn't know, but that this would be our last visit. Ziegen and me arranged to go to Prophet Palace at night. That same morning, I was feeling something weird inside me. That feeling was stronger then never before. I would say I could explode if it didn't go away. That feeling was scaring me. I was used to feel weird things, but nothing like that has happened.

Then night has finally arrived. I looked in the mirror, and my halloween costume was nice. My brown fur was white by the makeup. Ziegen called me, and we were off to the Prophet Palace. The Palace was just as it had been before. The skulls and the pentagrams was exactly like they were one year ago. The Prophet never became our friend, but he'd become close to us, emotionally, feeling what we felt, just by one look. We were the only returning customers of Prophet. The others just come, and then leave, never going again.
We were his regulars. That night, the Prophet looked to me with a scared face. Really scared. "You felt a weird presence today, didn't you? Don't lie to me, I know what you feel." I couldn't hide this. So, I agreed, "Yes, I felt like my head would explode. This feeling is stronger than ever!" He explained to me that this feeling was my Aura, as I suspected. And then, the prophet started to laugh. "HAHA! Finally! Like the prophecy told. Today, You'll know your real power! HAHA". My heart was pounding this time. Real power? What was he talking about?! All that I could say was a simple "WHAT?!" He started to laugh again. "You, little Dragarth... I even forgot your name... Ziegen, yes? Well, you'll finally know what I spoke of when I said about your Dark Future. Your end is near. Unfortunately mine is too."
END?! What is he talking about?! All that I want was runaway from there. "Ziegen! Let's go away from here. He's scaring me!" Ziegen didn't move. He was in trance. And I was locked on chair, like before. The Prophet was still laughing while he talk in one language that I'd never heard of. The place was surrounded in one dark fog, the laugh was hitting my brain. The skulls was shaking by the wind blowing inside there. What was that wind? Where did it come from? Why is the Prophet laughing?! WHY IS ZIEGEN UNCONSCIOUS?! He isn't feeling anything?! What's happening?! The pentagram on the table started to shine, Ziegen fainted, while the Prophet was still laughing. And to complete, I started to see several figures in the darkness. That fog, that haunted wind, the sound of laugh, the image of Ziegen fainted, the shine of pentagram, and those figures was freaking me out! I felt my heart pulsing, and my brain aching. So all happened. I felt my aura growing inside me, faster than I could handle. And it burst out of me. I closed my eyes. I wasn't feeling anything, and not listening anymore. I was levitating. The ache disappeared, and my brain wasn't in trouble anymore. All that I could feel was me, and only me. The scenario just didn't exist for awhile. The Prophet, and even Ziegen didn't exist. I felt the calm and the peace invading me. I don't know how much time I spent in that state.

I was finally back to normal, at least mentally, and opened my eyes. I wish I had not. The first "impact" was on me. I wasn't that common and brown Montre anymore. I was black, and some gold marks was around my body. Floating around me, a lot of dark balls, with aura. Yes, those balls are my aura. At second insight, I saw the place. What happened there? Everything was destroyed. The skulls become just bone pieces, the shining pentagram has disappeared, the table turned into ashes. The dark fog disappeared with the Figures... "Wait, wait! Where is Ziegen?". One blood smell hitted my nose, and I followed it with my eyes. In the corner, in that left corner... Ziegen... Ziegen was there, fallen. But I also saw one blood pool around him. My heart was pouding again. And when I looked better, I could see. He was decapited. My best friend... Decapited?! He can't be death! But he was. "It all was done by me? he died by my hands?!". I was colapsed. My aura explosion killed my friend. My brother has died for something I couldn't handle! "NO!!! PLEASE, NO!". But I couldn't do anything. I was standing there too long. Something about one hour to finally believe. He was dead. By my hands. By my aura. By one prophecy. "One prophecy?! Wait... Where is the Prophet?". At that point, I didn't really care about the prophet, but I got curious about where he was. So I looked for his chair. The only thing wasn't destroyed there. A big blood stain was on the chair. "Well, he knew what will happen. And still allowed. He got what he deserved... Wherever he is now... If he still be." I left the place, with my new body... From that moment I knew I would keep living, even I don't want to. The glowing aura is the mark of my sin. I needed to hide myself. And it go on 'till nowadays. I'm so shy. So afraid. One freak.