Prologue

She stared blankly. Far ahead. Nothing in her head. Thinking about nothing. Reminiscing nothing. She walked. Not knowing what to face, not caring on what will happen. Just like the stories she wrote, there's no happy ending. Then a flash of silver glistened, an excruciating scream was heard, then she fell to the side with a thud. She looked on the pair of ebony eyes, and because she stared blankly, she found destiny.