Prologue

When the little girl stumbled upon a room she had no business being in, she came across an ordinary looking box. It sat there collecting dust, throughout years that someone her age could not possibly fathom. It took on a rectangular shape and was small enough she could carry. Yet it seemed heavy, its solid texture and color reminded her of the bronze vase her father had once collected. It even came with bizarre lines carved on the sides. She wasn't sure, but they looked important.

But there was something incredibly mesmerizing about them, the squiggles. Or maybe it was the box itself that had drawn to her. It was like this voice, whispering in the back of her mind, urging her to take a peek inside. Maybe it was just her trying to make an excuse, like if her father were to walk in right then she would have something to place the blame on. But those thoughts came to pass.

Once her hand touched the top lid of the box, she knew—well the voice certainly knew—that there was no going back. And by the time she discovered her grave mistake, it would already be too late. It only took one little push for the lid to take over, lifting itself fully open, almost possessed.

The box started to quake, then the other antiques, the floors, the walls. She was sure the whole house was shaking like some earthquake had been the source. But she was unable to make a single noise from the shock. All her little legs could do was sending her tumbling back against the farthest wall, hands searching for something to hold on to. When her eyes met the box again, she froze.

There was this dark mist oozing out of the box. The mist came with the most retched stench that made the girl's eyes water instantly. It was menacing, the mist. Similar to the trails of smoke that came when a house was on fire, only pitch black and without any fire. What made it menacing was not the color of smoke, but its thickness. Like it was trying to take on the form of some foul creature, the kind she only heard from fairy tales.

But she soon found herself in utter relief when the mist escaped through the cracks of the window. And it was only after she saw the room was completely clear that she let out a few sobs she had been holding back. It was somewhat of a miracle that she hadn't even wet herself in all her confusion. But she was happy that it was all over.

"What have you done?"

She tried to stop whimpering, but all she could do was lower her volume. She tried to find the source in the dark attic, but she found none. She had no answer for this unfamiliar voice. She was still caught up in her own mixed emotions at the moment.

And she was truly unprepared for what came next, "What have you humans done?"

tbc

Author's Note: The prologue which started it all… is done! XD The first chapter is already halfway completed and may be uploaded very soon. It's a shame that Night's name isn't on the list, but since he isn't officially in the series than I guess that makes sense. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. ;D