Prologue

(?pov)

There was no light, no sound; nothing but an empty void, swimming through the space. What wore on was the soft pattering of feet treading on a worn dirt path, leading the traveller in the darkness as it is the only the road to follow. Tired pants for air expel at each breath I take: my heart hammering against my chest, my legs burn and became heavier in weight at each stride I took to close the distance behind me, but I kept forcing myself to push forward. Ahead of me, I start to see a faint glow at the end of the tunnel, with a final push, with my hand reaching out to grab ahold of that light. At the graze of my fingertips, I was soon engulfed by the light, encasing itself around my body, blinding me in it's light. As I felt it finally subside, a newfound sensation lick against my skin; a breeze flits though my umber tresses, gently caressing my cheek. The silent wisps of heat lashing my ankles caught my attention, reeling myself to the direction of the source. Red. Such a stunning colour manifest itself around the structure, it's crimson tongue licking the walls, dying it in scarlet hue.

Mama!

Papa!

I finally found my voice but it came out unsteady, the deafening crackles of the flames drown out my cries. I spring into the house, tearing down the entrance my hands, ignoring the searing pain at the contact. I let my legs lead me through the corridors, the walls being encased by the deathly inferno. Suddenly, I found myself in one of the rooms filled with bodies; each of them strewn around different parts of the room, staring off into space with dull eyes. I quickly went over to inspect the bodies, to search for any sign of life or a beating heart, but only found them all as cold as ice even with the raging heat from the fire swallowing the mansion. I knelt down before a body of a woman, lifeless eyes that once held warmth gaze bleakly.

…Mother.

My voice choked under a whisper. However he response remained unchanged, a hand went to my neck, tracing the smooth curve of stone. My heart squeezes painfully against my chest, stray tears threatening to fall. The feeling of a pair of eyes made me turned to find a pair glowing in a shadow, eyes so familiar that filled my body with rage.

You..

With a shaky breath, I slowly pull myself to my feet, not breaking eye-contact. The creature continued to observe me before letting a smile stretch widely, its canines gleaming sadistically against the firelight. My hands clench into tight fists, hatred slowly consuming my senses.

… How…dare you.

I snarled. It expelled a raspy chuckle at my statement, fanning the flames of anger in my core. I whip out my dagger from my sleeve, pointing the blade at the space between its magenta orbs.

You.. WILL.. PAY!

With the shout of a battle cry, I lunge at the shadow, as I cut through the air. Swinging the blade over my head, I brought it down with all of my strength, plunging it deep into one of its eyes. It let out a screech as I continued to embed the metal into the flesh, its pathetic cries filled the air, followed by the sound breaking glass. I twist the blade in my hand, causing a sickening squelch and it roars in pain,as my hands are being stained by the black liquid overflowing from the wound. Suddenly, a burning sensation spreads along my arm. I glance over to see my left forearm painted with black lines stretching across my skin. My eyes widen at the sight and quickly release the blade, gripping onto the area to stop the burning sensation. However it simply grew larger, wrapping my body in its black arms, forcing a scream to escape my lips.

I suddenly jolts awake and looked around, to only find myself alone, pointing at empty space with a knife with silence filling the air. I look over at the gleam reflected from the blade to see a pair of cold eyes staring back. My gaze soften as I sheath the knife back in place. Letting out a sight, I place a hand on my forehead.

"Huh, again." Sitting up, I comb my hair with my fingers and put on a long sleeved shirt and pants that stopped above my ankles. After that, I tuck my hair under a cap and put on my wire framed glasses, pulling my cap so that it covers my eyes. It's been 2 years since the village, my home has been burnt and my family was killed. All that was left there is ash and rubble. Funnily enough, I manage to stay alive. Making use of my small presence, I get by by stealing and pawning items that I stole to buy food and other necessities, I even stole the clothes I wore from laundry lines. The only thing that was left I could save from the fire is my mothers necklace, that hung loosely around my neck. A Jade stone that was tied to a red thread and an engraved image; a circle with a waved line and a dot on each side. It could had been worth a fortune, but to me; it's simply priceless. Climbing down the tree, I took out my necklace that was tucked in my shirt and kissed the stone, it's the only thing that I have to remember of my family. Replacing it back under my shirt, I shove my hands into my pocket, walking into the streets of London.