Jane scampered out of her house, eager to retrieve the mail on a beautiful autumn day. Of course, the young gal had been grounded and was therefore banned from exiting her home. Not even the fridge in front of the door stopped her! She had been waiting so long for her game to arrive and a simple grounding wasn't going to get in her way.
Her dad's footsteps resounded from inside the house. Jane knew she had almost no time to grab the mail before she was placed under house arrest by her father again. Opening the mailbox, the girl began to reach into the object.
Before she herself heard the ticking noise that came from inside the mailbox, an explosion went off. Flames engulfed Jane as her father came through from the front doorway. He had been too late. All the parental figure could do was watch as the inferno that had taken his daughter blazed on in the autumn wind.
Next thing she knew, the teenager had woken back up in her room on the dream planet of Prospit. Naturally, this baffled the heiress as she had no recollection of when she fell asleep or whatever had sent her to the mysterious yellow moon.
Whatever the case, she brushed it off and walked over to the window, looking out into the vast expansion of the city below. Clouds floated above, the fluffy balls held images of what could possibly be the future, or maybe even the past. Jane's expression turned to a dreamy one. The sight was wondrous and it pleased her.
Hearing the sound of oncoming footsteps, the bi-spectacled girl turned to face the person. Upon studying the tall man before her, she noticed a small knife resting in his hand. Before she had the chance to react, the blade was stabbed into her chest, pointing skyward.
Jane coughed up a miniscule amount of blood before collapsing to the ground. Within minutes, her heart stopped its task and fell silent. Her body went limp as her head lulled to the side, eyes shut in pain and death.
As news of her death spread throughout the golden city, Prospitians were chanting. "The Maid is dead, Life is meaningless." It had only taken two simple attacks to take out the young child, two easy steps to crush her dream.
