A young girl stood in an old abandoned building, her brown Shalwar Kameez wet and dirty, a dark brown,blue tipped dupatta tied around the length of her left arm.
"You promise that she will be ok?" she asks desperately
A raja from a neighboring kingdom stood before her, rubbing his thumb against the many rings that he wore, "Of course, my dear, I am a man of my word.
The girl smiled
The man held a hand out to her, fear ran through her mind as he pulled out a small knife from inside his robe, the girl started to have second thoughts on whether to trust man but...He was her last resort.
Taking a deep breath she placed his hand in his, not flinching when he ran the sharp blade against her small palm, he dropped the blade and pulled of a wooden talisman from his neck
A loud crash halted him
"Akira! Don't!"
The girl's eyes widen as she saw her best friend who she thought was dead. The boy rushed over to stop them but a small drop of the blood fell on the talisman.
"NO!"
The girl doubled over at the feeling of a burning sensation of her body, her scream echoed as her body changed.