Prologue
514 Words
To all the girls who have always shown kindness to the word; Darling, time to draw your swords….
The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, a sentinel of the night casting an ethereal glow upon the ancient woods. The whispering secrets of the night seemed to resonate in each rustle of leaves and the distant calls of beings in the distance. The rubble and chaos engulfed, there existed a realm of distortion, where reality and illusion danced the waltz. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, and the once vibrant woods lay in ruins, its once rustling trees with chirping birds now barren and desolate.
Amidst the destruction, a lone little figure lay sprawled upon the ground, her body battered and bruised, yet somehow untouched by the horrors that surrounded her. She blinked, and her vision blurred as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Shapes moved in the periphery of her vision, distorted and indistinct, like phantoms rising from the ashes.
Nearby, two figures lay motionless, their forms shrouded in shadow which were in between the horror that surrounded her. The girl strained her eyes, trying to discern their identities, but they remained unknown, their features obscured by the veil of confusion that enveloped her mind. Somewhere in her mind, she knew who they were but for the love of god, she couldn’t bring anything to make sense.
She tried to sit upright but her body wasn’t supporting her. She didn’t even remember her own name or where she was. There was some movement from one of the bodies and she wanted to run to them, talk to them, and weirdly embrace them. She couldn't understand why she felt that magnetic bond towards them. It was like she was bound by a dark power, slowly pulling her deeper and deeper into the abyss.
The woman tried to speak but again couldn’t form any words as the girl.
“Ca…” The purple eye of the woman shined and the only thing clearly visible in the chaos. The woman and the girl looked into each other’s eyes, and at that moment something passed between them.
“Ma…” The girl called but the woman shook her head with tears in her eyes. Her eyes fell on the man beside her. The woman brought her hands together and clasped them together while struggling to keep her eyes open. She spoke but the girl couldn’t hear anything. The little girl tried to crawl or make any movement but she failed miserably. The woman took her last breath but not before whispering something to the little girl.
As the girl lay there suffering from unbearable pain, suspended between reality and oblivion, a profound silence descended upon the scene, suffused with an eerie sense of mystery. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill, holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. And in that moment of stillness, the girl felt a stirring deep within her soul, a whisper of destiny that enticed her forward into the unknown…
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