Prologue
The flames flickered and danced around her sleeping body, the obsidian biting into her bare skin. The rocks around her crumbling to dust from extreme temperatures grinding their substance into powder.
She awoke from her slumber.
Her white, long hair slid down her back as she got up, her left eye opened drowsily and she yawned. Her right hand went to her eyepatch on the right side;
"Eh, at least the others left me alone". She got up, and adjusted her skirt
"Well, looks like another boring day in hell".
