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The metallic taste of blood cursed my mouth as I choked and coughed. The taunting songs of war cries and bloodshed tainted the air with its merciless words full of hatred and venom. And I lay on the ground, paralyzed and incapable of doing anything to protect the ones I grew to love. Then, I saw my comrade fall. A sword plunged through the chest. And everything went cold as a foolish soldier cackled above my head. Fool. Nothing would get in my way, now. I rose shakily to my feet, and roared. They all froze, not from fear, but from the flicker of flames trickling its way upward along their legs. Nothing will get in my way, now. Because I am the one arisen from the ash. --- A tale of a young girl who is faced with tragedies a girl her age should not witness is taken into the gates of the most influential and powerful kingdom of all: The Kingdom of Avem. Making some friend and foe along the way that take an interest in the red-haired girl with vibrant tips of orange and gold, she is lead into the realms of magic, far more than she has ever dreamt of being, learning of the lore of a mystical deity that bears a strange, uncanny resemblance to the young girl. She then discovers while cleaning the floors in the Kingdom of Avem that she holds power that she doesn't even know how to control, and could save the Isles of Diason from the creeping darkness that threatens to take over them all. [C]
Prologue: Chapter XX
