Prologue

The field was covered in corpses, some of whom were undead, and Hellhounds. A dozen of them stained the ground with black blood, poisoning the air with their pungent smell of death.

The place was an endless flower field, covered in white crystal-like flowers. Most of them cracked around where the fight happened instants ago. There wasn't either day or night, for that was the deepest one could ever be. Will'O Wisps floated gently, as if a ghostly breeze pushed them farther away from one another, their phantom flames acting as candles, lighting that maul-shaped cavern with a chilling blue.

Here and there obsidian trees sprout from dark earth, and beneath one of them, sat a girl.

She had a unhealty pale skin. Her once a gorgeous blonde hair was now death-white. Her eyes were of a icy and clear blue. Her ghastly appearance could get her mistaken as one of those wandering spirits, aimlessly walking around, if not for gashes and blood covering her body, proving to herself and the world, she was still very much alive.

Her breath was slow. The fight drained too much of her, and the blood loss only worsened her state. The pale girl averted her eyes from the plains, looking to the edge of her vision, searching for the three bars that plagued her for the rest of her dire life.

[HP: 0%] [MP: 1%] [SP: 1%]

Alas, she lived. The death-haired girl's HP was downed to nothing and her Mana and Stamina were almost there, but she was still alive nonetheless. At least, if she could make it until her HP Regen put her back to 1%.

The girl closed her glacial eyes and took a breath. It was too taxing to keepher eyes open. Again she focused on the past to keep focus on living. To keep awake.
She knew that letting the fatigue take her away, she would never wake up. Her HP was dauntingly low. In the end what kept her awake was a light pinch of rage for her current predicament. She refused to kick the bucket, and for good reasons.

In the end, her regen caught up after some long minutes – that passed like hours – of inebriating pain and her body started to fix itself like it always did. With a sigh of relief and sadness, she finally let her tired body go for the rest it so desperately needed.

Even if resting in the Underworld, was very uncomfortable.

Epilogue: A New Beginning