Prologue - Fate's mischief

 A lone figure was running and panting in the middle of a complete white field. It has been hours since she had begun that never-ending chase and she was now surrounded by snow, lost, without even knowing where was her destination, nor if someone could help her. The only thing on her mind would be defined by a single word : survival. She had to escape her pursuers. No matter what. No matter the price.

The woman worn a black military suit decorated with two medals, one was made of gold while the other was black and circled with several crimson red lines. That last medal was probably the most eye-caching as it accentuated her beautiful red-hair, tied in a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t that long as it only arrived a bit lower than her shoulders. She also worn some finely crafted shoes, while it was pretty it made her running quite uncomfortable, but she didn’t have time to mind. Around her waist, was secured a sheath, inside was a sword seemingly normal but strangely enough it was attached to the sheath with a lot of chains and strips, making it absolutely ususable.

Seeing her with that suit, nobody could make a mistake : she was part of the Grayford’s military, probably someone important thanks to her medals. However on that day, things were not that easy… Her pursuers also worn the same outfit, making the situation a headache for any bystanders. Fortunately, or not, no one was living in such secluded area to have a guess on this situation.

The woman would almost trip several times due to her innapropriate shoes, nearly falling in the snow. Still, she didn’t mind and kept on going tirelessly... Until fate played his biggest mischief. She had to stop. Not because she was exhausted, near fainting. No. A few meters in front of her was a cliff. A cliff so absurd she couldn’t even see the bottom, so absurd she couldn't even make sense out if, so absurd she - 

There. On the edge of that absurd cliff, everything came to an end, it all stopped. She felt an immense pain in her back. Something hit her. Was it a projectile ? A thrown blade ? Even... Magic ? She didn't know. She knew the wound was deep, blood started to soil her suit and the snow. Her vision started to fade and her thoughts became hazy. Without any strength to fight back, she kneeled on the ground and soon lost her posture. Before any of her pursuers could close the distance between them, her body rolled toward the cliff and felt in the emptiness. Only a few sounds could be heard in the echo before she was eaten by the darkness.

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