chapter 0

This story is very close to my heart, and I want to share it with you before diving into the narrative itself. First, I should mention that this will be a trilogy, so I’ll begin by telling you the origin of the story. When I was 16, I was deeply inspired by anime shows like Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, and Cardcaptor Sakura. These shows sparked something in me, a desire to create my own story. I was a lonely teenager with no real friends, struggling with a lot of pain and depression. Writing became my escape.At that time, I was also very suicidal, and creating this world allowed me to envision myself as the hero—someone with friends, a love interest, and a purpose, much like the characters I admired. I remember sending the story to my dad to proofread. Honestly, I didn’t know how to properly write a story, so what I had written initially came out more like a script for a play than an actual book. Back then, the internet wasn’t as expansive as it is now, so I didn’t have places to post my work. Instead, I wrote it in notebooks that I kept hidden in my room. Later, when I finally got a laptop for Christmas, I transferred my work to a Word document. Over time, that laptop broke, and I had to get rid of it. But I saved the story on the Notes app on my phone.As the years passed and life moved on, I found myself losing interest in the story. I didn’t know what to do with it, and I thought I’d never do anything with it other than let it sit on my phone. Eventually, I made the decision to delete it, thinking nothing would come of it. And I deleted it. Or so I thought. Years later, in my early 20s, I went on a date with a guy, and we were talking about anime and other shared interests when out of nowhere, a woman approached me. She said, “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but the Lord kept telling me to come over here and tell you that you should continue to write.” I was stunned. At that point, I had given up on writing, but here was a stranger telling me exactly what I needed to hear. She went on to say, “Again, how would I know that? I don’t know you,” after chatting a bit longer she left.I sat with her words, but honestly, I didn’t start writing again. I thought about it, but life was moving so fast, and I didn’t feel like I had the opportunity. As the years went by, I had a child, and life brought its own set of challenges. One day, while driving my son home from physical therapy, an idea suddenly popped into my head: I should get a laptop. It wasn’t even about writing; I was actually thinking of starting voice acting as a hobby. I was living with my mom at the time, so I went to Walmart and bought a cheap laptop to try it out. While setting it up, I came across an old email I had sent to my dad years ago. It was the email with my story—the very story I thought I had deleted. It was right there in front of me, and I couldn’t believe it. I had thought I’d gotten rid of it forever, but somehow it had resurfaced. It felt like the Lord was bringing it back to me when I least expected it. For a brief moment, I thought about picking it up again, but once more, life got in the way, and I gave up on it for the third time. Eventually, I got my own place and a job with hours I liked, but the work itself wasn’t fulfilling. I was still battling heavy depression, and one night, as I cried, I felt the Lord calling me to quit my job. I did just that. I also remembered the woman from years ago who had told me to write, and I finally began to pick up my story again. But it was hard. I struggled.Then, in December 2024, when news about the TikTok ban started circulating, I decided to change my algorithm to focus on art, thinking it would be a fun hobby. That’s when I met a group of people who I now consider friends. I don’t believe in coincidences when it comes to God, not anymore. Meeting them inspired me deeply, and for the first time in years, I felt a strong urge to continue the story I had started all those years ago. With their encouragement, we even created our own website. So, I picked up my pen (figuratively) and began writing again. While I haven’t made as much progress as I would have liked, I’m moving forward. And that’s where I am now. I hope you enjoy the story that I felt called to finish.