Prologue
Start writing herI woke up in a cold sweat. I was still at my desk in my chair. All the lights were off except the desk lamp. I had realized my essay was soaked in Kool aid. I have been putting it off for two weeks now.
“Damn, I have to re-do this again."
Creeeek. ‘That was the sound of my door opening!’. I spun around. “Woof!” It was my dog, Laika. Laika is a small but tough beagle. She jumped up onto my lap.
“What’re you doing pretty girl?”
This is when it happened, Reader.
‘THUMP...THUMP...THUMP’. That was the sound of footsteps. My room is on the 2nd floor of my house. I could hear anytime someone was coming up. ‘
Drriiip’. I heard a liquid dripping. I realized the liquid was in my hand. I looked down. There was blood dripping from my stomach. My Eyesight was getting blurrier and blurrier by the minute. I fell out of my chair. ‘Bang!’
“anybody...?” I yelled hopelessly.
I saw Laika barking at a mysterious figure. I felt a coldness run down my back as I lay there in pain. I sat in darkness for about fifteen minutes.
“Greetings.” My Eyes Eventually twitched open. The figure was standing in a pillar of light.
“You’re conscious. Good. I have come to allow you to have another entity to possess.”
As I stood in front of a figure of Wisdom, the density of the memory that my parents don’t know I’m dead was beginning to close in on me. I’m dead...I’M DEAD! I started to panic.
“Fear not Delicate being. Your progenitors had passed on moments ago.” The figure said.
I stopped worrying and started to become bitter.
“You KILLED them?! You little...” I said as I raced over with my fist tensed in the atmosphere.
“I didn’t exterminate them you, cretin.” the Figure said.
I stopped in my tracks.
“There is a clan full of the evil and cruel Atrocities that threaten both the realms of where the supernatural is natural and yours. They are called “The Carriers”. The figure said.
I dropped on my knees, then I said “What do I have to do to make sure I get revenge on them?!” I yelled.
There was an eerie silence.
“DIE” They said in a menacing tone as I stood up. “In order to kill them, you need to die. Your recollections will be eradicated but you’ll still have the same purpose in your soul. Obliterate the “Carriers”. The figure explained.
I walked toward the Figure. As I got closer, I could make out the Face. It was a woman about 17 or 18. She had lovely features.
“You’re like me?” I said surprisingly.
She looked at me with a Cold but caring expression. ‘Goodbye,’ She mouthed, as I was consumed by a beacon of light.
[END OF PROLOGUE]
