Prologue
Prologue
"Life is merely a passing dream, but death is eternal."
-Seymour Guado (FFX)
Her face was pressed against the cobblestones, but she had no more strength to move. The bloody scratch that ranged from her left shoulder to her right hip bled profusely, staining the white of the ground. Her waist-length black hair was spread on the ground around her. The people running by took no notice of her though, stepping around her or sometimes on her. She was merely a body on the ground, breathing her last breaths of air.
As she concentrated on surviving, the air that entered and exited her lungs became increasingly sparse. Her naturally pale skin became even paler, and the strength that had departed from her body didn't return. She could feel it. She was going to die.
Her violet eyes lowered silently as her last few bits of air were sucked into her lungs. 'Those who are surviving . . . I wish you luck. I am dead. Please, dear Fayth . . . send me to the Farplane . . ."
Her final wishes echoed in her mind before she lost all consciousness for the last time.
A/N: Yeah, not meaning to be cliched. Anyways, this is a relatively new concept, but . . . yeah. Anyways, please read and review?