Prologue: The Clover

Once upon a Friday the 13th, the sky started to fall. And it so happened, that Jackie B. was there to see it all. She heard the stars scream as they crashed to earth. The sound so horrifying, it reminder her of the screams she cried as a child. The world became a darkened place. Crime ran rampant, and the sun went black, rivers ran red, eyes were permanently looking to the ground, and colour was drained from children's faces. There was nothing left. Many hid underground, but there were a small few people, nomads really, scattered over the earth, one of them was Jackie B, age 13. She found a way to find what was left of the beauty of the world, but the stars' screams still haunted her. With no family, no home, she lived the life of an orphan far out of reach from any soul. Having no family didn't bother her, her mother had died when she was two, and her father...well, he had never been a very kind man. To say the least, she wasn't very trusting of men. It was on the 12th when she was wandering around the burning woods, leaves and pine needles gone, all that was left were charred tree trunks and smoking branches. Except for a single clover, it ad been the first fresh plant she had seen in 3 years, but she knew it would not last long, for the toxins would kill it in a day. Slowly, as if any sudden movements would kill the last hope of life, she bent down and picked it up between her small and steady hands. Four leaves shone up at her as she took in the beauty of the green miracle, unaware she was being watched from the shadows.