Prologue
It travels quickly and swiftly through the night. It is without form or shape. It moves with violent vengeance as it passes the souls surrounding it. They are all tainted and untamed. None of them seem suitable for the power it longs to give; the power to be part of it. It sweeps over the world like a storm- which it actually was.
Over seas, lakes, oceans and past continent after continent. It is everywhere. In their hair, their clothes, shoes, homes and property. With each second that passes, it grows agitated causing rains and hurricanes to occur in odd places. It writhes and raves as it passes more blackened souls. There has be a pure soul, somewhere out here because it was the age for it.
Suddenly, it stops and suspends itself upwards into the clouds.
There. It whispers happily.
The last one this century. There it was, a beautiful soul, untainted and untouched by the dirty hands of sin. It shoots downwards towards the soul. She sits, eyes buried in a book while she swings her legs underneath the park bench. Isolated from the rest of the children for her complexion and hobbies. Her scratched knees evidence enough of the bullying she has sustained for that day, yet no desire for vengeance or hatred lay in her soul.
Yes. This is she. It whispers before it descends upon her.
