Prologue

What I saw was gruesome, and horrifying. I couldn’t do anything-nothing at all as I had to sit by and everyone die. Die in front of me. My body was frozen. I just watched as all of my friends, my servants, my family, died in front of me. I could hear their screams of pain, how horrifying it must have been to be cut up, to be burned alive.

My mother, father, and sister all were, at the time trying to get me to safety. “Go, go,” they said, “no matter what, you must live on, you must not die here, not when you have a much greater purpose in this world.” I could clearly feel the confusion, sorrow, guilt, and unwillingness I was exhibiting.

I had escaped, but not without wounds. I had a large gash on my chest, but I was too exhausted to care. I left to the forest, and immediately fell asleep, crying.

I woke up, and went back towards my home. I had to know, know if everybody was gone. I had to know if there were any survivors, and I had to hold on to that little bit of hope, however that last semblance of hope was crushed.

When I got there, everything was gone. It was all burned down, in tatters. I could see burnt and cut up corpses strewn around the place. I ran and ran, looking for survivors. When I finally found one, it was one of my servants. He had been with me since I was a baby, always taking care of me. When he opened his eyes, he spoke his last words, just trying to console me saying “Don’t be sad.”

This crushed my tiny little self’s heart. At that moment I couldn’t stop crying. I cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore. I hated everything. I hated myself for being weak, hated the world for being so cruel.

I somehow managed to pull myself together, and spent the day making a large grave for everybody, and a separate one for my family.

I faced the setting sun, and screamed. Screamed just to scream, screamed to voice out my grievances, and screamed as if to curse at the world and its cruelty.

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At that point the scene changed. I didn’t see myself anymore, and instead saw a girl with long black hair. She was sitting there as if she had lost her soul.

She was emaciated, dirty, and she was surrounded by the remains of what you could tell used to be a large and majestic building. There were even skeletons strewn around. However, even though she was in horrible shape, ignoring her surroundings, you could see, in the moonlight, she held an indescribable charm. Her hair and skin seemed to shine, and she still managed to carry herself with grace. Her eyes, however, betrayed her. If you looked at her trembling eyes, you could tell she was doing her best to keep herself from breaking down.

The scene changed again. This time, it was a girl with long, crimson hair. She sat in the middle of what remained of a little village, and tears were silently streaming down her face. She had a large cut on her leg, and blood was streaming down her arm. If you looked closely, you would have seen small sparks that continuously flew out of her mouth, nose, and hair.

The scene changed once more, showing a boy this time. His hair was short and spiky, and it was a light gold color. He had a cloak on, covering his body, leaving only his forearms exposed. However, just looking at that part of his body, you could tell that he has it rough. They were covered in bruises, with a cut here and there. Most concerning, however, was his eyes. He had bags under his eyes, but that wasn’t the thing that was worrying. What was worrying was what you could feel from his eyes-animosity and hate. He seemed as if he thought that everything was his enemy.

The scene changed again, for the final time. This time it showed a boy with messy black hair, fleeing with a person who seemed to be his father. The father had a desperate look on his face as he looked at his pursuers. Finally, he seemed to have made his resolve for something, and smiled at the boy. Then, he chanted something, and a portal appeared. The boy had a look of horror on his face while his father pushed him into the portal, finally collapsing from exhaustion. As the portal closed, the father had a contented smile on his face, and the boy was screaming through the portal.

Finally, I woke up. I was attacked by a sensation of fear, and immediately rushed to tell my father what I had seen in my dream. When he heard what I saw, he seemed startled. He turned to the window, and ruminated over it for a bit. Finally, he looked towards me , smiled painfully, and told me not to worry about it.

Although I was young, I could tell that things didn’t seem quite right. However, as I was so young, I didn’t consider it any further. That was the greatest mistake of my life. If only I had known why he smiled like that, if only I knew why he seemed so sad at the time. However, nothing ever happens correctly, and neither did it happen for me.