A young girl lies on top of the only hill in a small kingdom, her jet-black hair sprawling in the grass clashing with her pale complexion, a contrast much like that of the moon to the night sky.

Her face contorted in discomfort, and pain, then horror as she slept through the night, plagued by the dreams of another.

"MALIK!!!!"

The girl shot to her feet with a shout, punching the air, eyes squint closed. But when she opened her eyes, a look of bewilderment splayed across her face. She looked at her arms and legs, stunned, happy, and confused, but after a moment of stretches, she saw the strange eyes that she was receiving from passerby's.

Embarrassed, the girl sprinted down a nearby stone alleyway, her face stuffed into her shirt. Knowledgeable about the area she avoided any loose bricks or stray supports invading the alleyway, swiftly crisscrossing between the back alleys of the kingdom until she came upon the main street.

"HUAAAGH!!!"

The little girl stumbled forward sliding across the wet floor, and fell to the ground with a splash after losing her balance. She wiped herself off now covered in mud, and got up, proceeding at a slow pace further to the more remote and ruined part of the kingdom.

After a while of walking she arrived at the forgotten suburbs, the slums of the kingdom. There wasn't much too it really, it was just like main part of the kingdom, just, the houses here were in ruins.

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The dilapidated houses of the forgotten suburbs would leave a strong impression upon anyone who saw it. The walls of the houses crumbling, with shattered windows, and rotting wood that struggled to support the house itself, and the strong and inspiring towers and houses of the inner parts of the kingdom standing high and proud above them, as if they were too high up to see the ruins beneath.

The girl kept walking even further through the forgotten suburbs, receiving looks of suspicion and malice as she went. She kept walking even when she reached the edge of the forgotten suburbs and wondered upon the edge of the woods.

The once great trees now nothing more than a pile of leafless shambles, and weeds. She walked through them, careful not to get pricked by the lifeless trees' sharp branches and arrived upon a small pathway. She followed it naturally, as if she had done so hundreds of times, and when she reached the end of the path she arrived at a small clearing.

A small house rested in the clearing, calm, and separated from the rest of the world, yet it couldn't really be considered a house. It was made up of long pieces of bark placed and balanced upon each other in a precarious and messy manner, leaving holes in the ceiling, that were covered by a single cloth that was draped over.

There was just enough room for the girl to store a few items and sleep, nothing more.

The girl stared at her makeshift home, and frowned, her eyes watering, she walked to a specific spot and lay down, staring at a spot on the ceiling. there was a silver pendant hanging from the spot, the only thing of value that she possessed, the metal groves and swirls in the pendant forming the face of a fox.

She relaxed, gazing at the pendant, mesmerized as it drifted in the midnight breeze, her eyelids fluttering as she fell into a deep sleep.