Prologue: Moonlight's Wilderness

A land showered by moonlight was sheltering a sea of trees as Nature's frostbite covered the rich grasslands that should have been as gorgeous as emeralds. Trees of different sizes appear to rise as to attempt to reach the night's stars while others were lower to join the earth's foothold. Much of the latter that one would question if passionate lumberjacks were chopping at the forest's children and forgotten to clean up their destruction. Still, one would imagine with all these growths; there should have been noises covering this meager forest. You are correct. A noise did enter this.

The noise's call [silence]

No winds were blowing through the crisp of leave. Indeed, the troublesome crickets that annoy sleepy travelers weren't present at all. An eerie, unworldly, silence was what plague the air. This resistance had blanket this forest, refusing the world that there's something in the area. Is there? Nobody knows. One wouldn't question why Mother Gaia is a bitch. You accept it. Well, That was a lie. Another noise did echo against the silence. The enfeeble sounds of breathing. Unqualified to called a noise that you must surely forgive someone that had forgotten it and so faint that if life was a person; it would question why it was still among its' realm.

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In a clearing of the forest laid a girl near a stump, a child. A rag filled with holes hid her body. Indeed, it is a miracle that this child hadn't died from hypothermia. However, like this girl denied the reaper her soul, Faintly, her breathing began to become rough. With her breath increased, her movements followed.

Started as an insignificant moving of her head to one side to the other, became jagged. "m...d...e..." Murmured the girl while gasping for air. "...om...da...ias..." For every bubble of air she had gathered, her words start to cough leave. "mom...dad...Elias" Finally, She spoke yet it wasn't the last of it. "help...them..." Proving that she still among the living, her eyes revealed for the world to see."Everybody!"

A crack voice escapes the girl as she darted up; it felt like she has mimic a mummy. Tear-filled with broken innocent pour down on her cheeks with her glassy-ruby eyes. "huh...?" A clear word exits the girl's mouth. The girl examines her surroundings with desperate breathing, and yet nothing was familiar to the youth. Greeting the forest's shadows, the girl beckons all to come to the safety of the moonlight; however, no one answers her proposal. Wiping the everlasting tears from her face with her arm, she repeated herself. One after another, however, like the start. Nothing answered. Her lonesome cries didn't return to her. "W-where, am I?" As the girl thoughts of this, She stood up to get a greater look of the opening.

The rag that had covered her had fallen off her body with a flopping sound. Recognizing what had happened, she gingerly picks it. "huh?" The question exits without realizing it, but you can't blame her. What people would see was a child holding a rag that was brittle by pests, but to her, it was something else. Holding the cloth up to her eyes, She saw something that grabbed her sight. A torn fabric wrapping on her upper arm. "This rag is?"

Bewildered, She reaches for what it was as a corner of the rag fell to the ground. At last, she looked what it was, and confusion hits her. Her eyes turn to the cloth she was holding; It was a part of it. However, there's a contrast; the one on her arm seems to have blood, moist even, on it. She knew what's one plus one, alas, she's as stupid as rock to solve it. Carefully, she went to touch the bloodied rag for it to respond with pains, so sharp that felt like a wolf bit her.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Shrieks escape her lungs. Falling on her knee, she holds her bloodied arm like a mother would hold a newborn. Hissing the pains aways with her mouth like a gas leak, She, later, reclaims her scatters pride.

"OK...that was stupid..." Of course, it was.

The pains started to become a numb sensation and stood straightforward. Embarrassed in the ordeal, The girl began to turn in place to see where she was, for her spots something on the stump near her. Berries, a canteen filled with water, and a familiar mask are what she had found. "This is..." Those words echos in her subconscious as she reaches, lovingly, for the mask. If one glimpse her face this moment, they would see a wave of innocence returning yet a small and lone tear rolls down her cheeks; bringing the forsaken mask closer to her heart. She embraced it for what felt like hours. Maybe days but every moment must have a conclusion.

"...T-This is Elias' mask..." Whispered the girl "...He...never takes off his mask..."

She places the mask on the stump like a soft wind lowering a leaf. "This must be..." Peeping at the foods, her stomach begins to growls like a dog would do to protect its food. "Elias must have gotten this for me..." The girl came closer to her family friend's gifts and grabbed a berry with her feeble hand. She started to take a bite-no, shoved the food into her mouth.

"?! SOOO GOOOOOODDD!"

The girl swallows the berry as she smashed it with her teeth and went for another. And another. The girl appeared as a jester, but instead of a jester tossing his balls into the air, she threw the berries into her mouth. If the girl persists tossing the berries into her mouth, soon, she would-

"GWAHHH?!" ...choke on them...

Seeing the errors of her ways, she started to pound her chest with passion. Alas, the berries didn't go. Sensing this is an appetent time to panic, she panics. Her face begins to change color as she twisted her head, side to side. One would think she became what she was eating: a blueberry. Fighting for her life, she remembers the canteen on the stump. Swift as wind, she grabs for the container, but during her eagerness, she had slapped it to the air instead. Trying to catch the object midair and missing every time; it bounces off her palm into the other. Finally, she has grabbed it with a clap of her hands like she was praying. However, with the sudden shift, she came toppling down to the snow with the canteen.

"UAWGHH!?" she landed with a thud to the ground, and the stuck blueberry exited its delicate home. Belly-down and her head up to see her attempted berry murder, she laid motionless. One look in her eyes told a story. 'She lived, but her pride didn't.'

Stand up after her failure; she acted as nothing has happened. Finally, the winds began to regain its vigor. A soft whooshing sound, the wind blew through the forest's rustle leaves. With the noise and event, one image goes through anyone's mind after witnessing her spam. 'D-did the forest laugh at her?'

A 'tch' sound escape her teeth. "...bitch..." Yep. Planet Earth can be a bitch.

With the canteen in hands, she began to swig from it. The smashing of her lips and exhaling of her breath, she, calmly, started to rest. However, something was in her thoughts like a hand groping at her brain. And when the groping began to lose its pain, finally, she questions her location.

"...Snow?..." Yes. Chilled droplets from the sky, snow, had bugged her to no ends. Why should someone worry anything such as pure-white snow? "...B-but... " It is snow...Nothing less, although, it felt like a summer's night at the moment, it is plain snow. No matter how ways you slice it. The girl began to inhale the smell in the air through her nose.

"...T-this...smells like-"

The sound of sticks breaking intervene her words, and the world froze for the girl at that moment. The sound of bushes being rustle replace it and slowly, with her eyes closed, she splits her feet to turn. Her body faces the dark-filled gaps of the trees; she opens one eye to see the terrors in the forest to find

Nothing was there.

Sighing with relief, the girl lowers her guard and stares to the ground. She began to smiles with a hand over her heart, while bearing joy in the nothing, the girl raises her head again. "Welp...I should wait for Eli-"

...RED...

Her words stop from leaving her mouth. Was a dark void moment before, became fills with two glowing orbs as red as her eyes. Those will-o-wisp likes orbs seem to stare at her; it felt like it was piercing her mortal soul. Frozen and shivering, the girl's eyes began to rain on her cheeks again. The orbs move closer while a trail of glowing lights slugging followed as wanting to come to the moonlight, alas, the girl back farther. Every back-step the girl made, the orbs followed, it felt like it wants the girl to itself. Panicking and walking without looking wasn't the best idea because with a hard thud to the ground, the girl trip on the rag that had covered her. On her rear, her crying eyes continuing to look at the orbs. Finally, its owner had appeared on the moonlight.

"...un...d-de...ad" The girl weeping as her eyes haven't moved her sight. An undead skeleton with pitch-dark fog under its skull appeared to her. Those blood-like orbs that glare at her with indifferent was its eyes. Wearing a raven-color business suit and a white scarf on its' collar-bone, one can tell its' clothes have power to it. However, the costumes and orbs weren't what scares her the most nor its' bleach white skull that seems to hate all life nor the bloodied bag it seems to hold with one of its glove hand. No. What scared her the most was what it was holding beneath its other hand.

A silver-white cane with a design of a raven on its hilt. Greenish gems of some power embedded into the raven's eyes. This simple cane was giving her, her greatest nightmare, a soul-crushing realization..."T-that's, E-Elias'..." Her voice was so mute that the undead didn't detect it or it seems to ignore it at least since it didn't react to her plea.

The undead did toss the cane to the air and caught at its body; the act of doing that was eye-catching. Indeed, it felt like the undead did it with so much grace like it was a nobleman. This skeleton pointed the cane's hilt at the girl, and bite-size magic circles with runes appear in front of her. It was like an otherworldly beauty given written form. Strange, a life-hating being can create such beauty, but the girl knew better and sigh. Understanding that it was her last moments to live, she shuts her eyes and smiles to accept the unloving undead's spell.

'Mom, Dad, Elias... I'm coming...'

Note: Hello servants of our supreme ruler, cirnosonic here!~ There has been so much overlord fan fiction all over the place that I felt like adding something as well, but I do want to say some things first before people get the wrong ideas.

1: this story going be base on the future, a somewhat 130 years after the sorcerer kingdom's rise and the story will be mostly about the effects of Ainz's kingdom and his citizens to the rest of the world that don't belong to him, some good effects and some bad effects to the world(well good for Aniz,lol).

2: almost all characters are from the new world except for a few, like summons and such, so this story should not and will not have any "Op OCs/MCs" type of characters(I feel that if I make an Op type of OCs, I would start writing it like if I am the OCs without my notices and I want no kirito in this story), the strongest I would say will be maybe level 75-ish at most, strong for the new world but weak for Narazick.

3: World items...I feel like a judge from American got talent and gotta said "That's a no for me" I don't want a deus ex machina type of story that involves world items for every climax of the story or if I do add a world item, I don't want it to be a huge factor, big of course but not huge. I would want an "I will fuck you over without using this world item on you, just only to taunts you~" instead of "I will kill everyone with this and be the main character and outshine everybody") but magic items are OK for me though, but nothing will pass divine class items and even then the higher the items' tier is, the rare it will be.

4: These characters will know the glory of Aniz Ooal Gown and by the marrows of my bones: They will Sasuga!

Even though it is my first time writing on fanfiction, I still want to improve. So give me any reviews you got in your head and write it down for me, I may have made some grammar mistakes or misspelling of some words, or made it to hard to read for people, or give me advice on improving the story and tips on writing. I want them all ^_^ Well as Gray Oak would have said, Smell you later!~