Description
Nirvana was all I have ever known. It's terrible society dictated by a foolish system the king had created. This place was corrupt. Trust me, I know. The inner walls and the king's palace walls may be prosperous and beautiful. Lively. Rich. Haven. But, the rest beyond is the very living essence of hell on earth. My name is Shayla Satou. I am sixteen years old and I am not human. I live in outer Nirvana for the majority of my life amongst dying humans. Outer Nirvana- the gutter, the slums- was the only home (the closest to home you could get without an actual house) that i've ever known. I've despised the king the moment I entered reality. When i say hate, I mean it. I despise him with a dripping dark hatred. Life on the streets are a matter of life or death, but that has made me stronger. Stronger than the useless king that sits on his petty throne and eats treats all day. I am stronger than him and I'm coming after him. Spear and all. Nirvana will be restored. Trust me, I mean it.
Prologue
