DISCLAIMER: following text is not meant to be taken seriously, I do not own the original.

Prologue

9 years ago.

A boy stumbles over his feet as he walks through the grassy field.

His parents are in the back, somewhere.

They do not now.

He falls, down the small hill „Uh, gh!" The body just rolls down and stops by a small stream.

...

''Ow..." the boy manages to scramble up, holding his tears.

He reached for his head, sadly rubbing it.

But his sad look is quickly cast aside as he notices something...

''Uhh...?" his eyes slightly widen, hypnotised by a small bright light ''Pretty."

...

He slowly starts to take step by step forward.

The tiny speck of light is shining brighter and brighter as the boy takes every step closer.

The water is flowing without a care.

The birds are flying loops in the air.

...

And the boy reaches his tiny fist into the cold water.

But just as he is about to touch the shining light...

It expands in a quick pulse!

And the boy retracts his hand with a painful hiss.

It felt like it was burning.

But he does not back down.

His little hand clenches, his eyebrows lower in frustration.

...

And in one quick swipe, he grabbed the tiny thing out of the water.

It isn't burning his hand anymore.

...

And in his hand...

Is a single.

Silver.

Ring...

''Grraah!'' and in a second, the light implodes on itself, surging brightly and then disappearing completely.

A flash of light.

His eyes for a moment turn white and the fear sweeps over his face as the heat similar to that of a small flame ripples through his skin.

With a quick reaction the boy's hand jerks, throwing away the ring.

''Mama!'' He almost instantly runs away with eyes filled with tears.

...

The only sound besides of that of a crying child is the sound of water sliding down its narrow, endless path.

And in the cold crackling waters...

...

...The ring glew no more.


'Only the forgotten are truly dead'