Her elegant, jet-black hair lies against the sparkly snow, and a tear puddles down her soft, flush pink cheek as the blades lie against her neck. Droplets of water fall from the sky dripping down her pale skin as blood flows out from her veins; the assassin stands screeching words to the Gods. They assume the war is ending but it’s just beginning. The swords of the Avulani Dragon have unleashed their power to leave their mark upon a family whose fate is torment. 

The young lady glances up at her slayer only to see no trace of his appearance as if he has vanished in thin air. The swords sit beside her, glowing with an aqua, watery aurora, melting the snow around itself. She stares at the blades with astonishment and caution as if they were wild wolves that salvage her life… She reaches over, grasping them in her hands. She raises one of the swords towards the sky, still lying on the ground. A burn of angry fire rages through her. The spirit of the swords leaves its’ mark of the stunning Avulani Dragon on the back of her right shoulder, overlapping to the front. This is where the fate of hell starts releasing upon the family of Nelsyramireza. It will never be the same… Words whisk through her mind as she lies dying on the ground… Phrases leaving old to new… “Are you ready? Your former destiny has been destroyed… You are dead as the person you used to be, you are the Ghost from Hell itself; you are your own prisoner… Your journey begins now. You are the one hunted, and you are the one to execute all who get in your path of the…” 

Her raging blood turns to ice within seconds. She awakes in a dark, spiritual forest with clear, aquamarine water running against her smooth bare feet. She wears not the same clothes she was, but an ebony slip-on robe with aqua, silver crosses aligning the good. It drapes over her head just enough to where it wouldn't bother her sight. Where am I? How did this come to be about... Am I dead? 

“Child you are no more as dead as I.” -Oh my who’s here with me? “You stand on the grounds of Ayulinnamyine. Your fate leads you here, Princesa. You are a ghost to your former past. The humans will see no difference in your appearance when you return you will simply be a sixteen-year-old woman with the same fate as them all. But really you share The Ghost now, you are fated. ” 

“Who are you? Where are you?” she shivers as minor scenes run through her head of a dragon and a war. “Why am I here!?” 

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“My dear child, did you distinguish the panorama of which you breathe?” Have you not heard of the legend?” questions the rough, wiry, old voice. “ Did you not previously see your true destiny form?” 

“What do you speak of? I don’t understand! Destiny? Form? Avulinnmyine? What do you mean Ghost? I am a Ghost? But you said I wasn’t dead! And who is Avulani? The Blades…” she quivers silently, as she glances for the swords for protection. 

“I said nothing of the swords or Avulani. So you do carry the information needed for your destiny! That’s excellent, immortal part, you won’t live long...” announces the voice, which seems to be coming nearer. “Lose something, my friend.” 

“The legends of the Avulani Dragon are true! That means...No Way! I’m not your chosen one; replace me immediately! I refuse to die to allow my fellow members to suffer so much. I do not want to be part of any legends, but for being Princess of Avulinnmyine… No, what I meant was... Why cannot say it... What curse has been placed upon me?” 

“You will need us and the power of the Avulani, to defend yourself. Master Honimayne will be waiting for you, listen to his wisdom and let no one see the Avulani on you. Take this cross for protection; they will come repeatedly for you until your fate is destroyed. May luck, fate, honesty, wisdom, knowledge, peace, and love follow you.” the voice pauses and the swords slip into her hands. “Hold tight to what you have, it all can disappear before you think.” 

“Wait! Please, WAIT! I don't want this fate!” 

“But you do, you honor your fate do you not Princesa Nellanisheana of Avulinnamyine? Or should I say, Eliana?” 

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“Eliana Muertazi Nelsyramireza, nice of you to finally show up.”

“Master Honimayne, I assume.”

“Come it’s not safe here. We must leave immediately.”

“Where? What? What really are the legends and curses of Avulani?”