PROLOGUE :: RECKONING
Pain. Indescribable pain coursing through my body. Pain beyond pain, oh gods does it hurt. It's so hard to stand; I'm panting and sweating and sore and I think I landed on a beam sword--a beam sword!
I gasp in realization, gripping the cool, slender handle so hard my knuckles turn white. Burying the florescent crimson blade in the earth below, I push, pushing up with all my might, forcing my shaking legs to obey.
"You're not seriously considering continuing, are you?"
Gritting my teeth, I take one final heave before assuming a vertical stance, digging the beam sword up from the ground with a mighty tug. Extending my sword arm, I point the tip of my blade at her sweet, cherry lips. Her lips, damn her lips! Those lips which nearly massacred my people, those lips that gave the order to--I hate her! Summoning all my bitterness, my disgust, my loathing, my hate, I combine them all together, letting out a single, spitting, biting, scathing word.
"Bitch."
Those cursed lips smile, and with a whirl of that pink frilly dress, she soars, and who am I to refuse such a meeting?