Prologue
What looked to be a blissful, peaceful day in Azarath turned out to be one of its darkest days..and its last.
Screams and explosions pierced the normally peaceful air as Trigon the Terrible made his appearance. Not even the monks of Azarath could've predicted what horrible fate came to them that day.
Trigon never stops until he gains his desire. And he'll destroy everyone and everything in his path if it stands in his way.
Only one little girl was shielded from the horrors of Azarath's downfall...but her fate proved to be much worse than dying with her people. Much worse than any seven-year-old should ever have to endure.
The lingering fear of how she would escape or even survive, and the scars that they left would haunt her for a long time yet. The horrible nightmares, every harsh verbal blow Trigon used to destroy any hope she had left, became her constant company.
But she would soon learn that things happen for a reason..that bad things can be used for good. But it would take a road of discipline, trials, and pain...some of which would prove themselves to be blessings in disguise.
She would soon discover that the best friend she would ever have was her very own sister.
Her name was Bella..and this is her story.