Imagine, you're on your way to work. It's a slow summer day sunny and hot. You have the radio on but tune it out as you think about what you're going to have for dinner tonight. There's a bit of traffic so it gives you an even larger reprieve before work. It's Friday and you work a Monday through Friday nine to five. You have plans to relax on the weekend, watch a new episode of your favorite show or maybe watch that new movie you wanted to go see. You reach over and grab a cup of Joe that you bought on the way here. A milk latte, 3 sugars and a bit of milk. Just the sip of the caffeinated drink gave you the kick you needed to really be excited for the weekend... the one that will never come.

Your mouth burns from the hot coffee prompting you to spill your drink all over yourself. You jump up and swear under your breath, looking for something to clean the coffee with. While you swivel in your chair, beads of sweat permeate your brow. You begin sweating profusely, feeling a lot more clammy. Was it the coffee? Did someone do something to your drink? Instinctively you go for the AC, but as you reach over to touch the knob, the sunlight burns your exposed wrist through our tinted windows. You flinch, recoiling from the burn and holding your wrist. You stare at the sunlight, then to the traffic ahead, no one was moving. You then notice the radio. It was only static. Before you could think about what was occurring around you, the heat stole your next thought. The heat was climbing rapidly, and the clamminess of the car could be felt. You struggle to unbuckle the seat belt but easily open the car door. As soon as the sunlight hit your exposed skin, flames danced across your work shirt. You scream, but not for very long as the white hot flames spread like a swarm of flesh eating ants. You thought about your job and how you were supposed to clock in just a little earlier... so you'd have an alibi.

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This is just one of many horrific deaths that occurred around the world. The sun's rays beaming down on people, sudden blizzards consuming cities, tsunamis destroying everything coastal, tornadoes and earthquakes unseen by any human record tag teaming what remained untouched. The spirit of the earth screamed. Her voice carrying magic and disasters. On a comparable scale, her body was fighting off the infection that was humanity, first with natures heat and fury... then with it's helpers. What few humans survived afterward would not survive the rampant growth and the sudden arrival of new creatures, ferocious creatures utilizing The Spirit's voice against them. Once these humans were gone, she was able to rest again. Her fury was sated and she was left with the dregs of what was once there. Years would pass, while her fury destroyed their bodies, human souls still remained, stored away for her arduous work. With magic, she would need forces to act as an extension of her will. She used some human souls to create those extensions of her will, these would change to be gods. With gods came the mortals, the monsters, the animals. Things would settle into a new natural order and she could rest once more with her new found children to run the world. During this rest a question was posed. By the most innocent of souls.

"Mother. Don't you think they deserve a second chance?" 

This innocent question would act as the spark for our heroes.