Prologue

She had been training all her life for this, she had just one chance to prove to her uncle that her passion was strong enough.

He had been training his whole life for this, this was his moment to prove to the world that he was the strongest of them all.

He had been training for years for this moment, to prove to his parents that he could bring peace around by facilitating violence.

This was her last chance to make something of herself and prove to everyone that she was just as good as them.

Such different children, none a simple soul, and yet all were half in shadows and half in light, how sad that your world that claims to be peaceful and full of light could produce such children, children who want to watch the rest of the world burn in their anger. Perhaps they will, or perhaps these children will aid the simple soul in a way that no child raised in the light could have ever done.