Prologue I stumbled around the bodies at my feet; I could hear the sound of the deep maroon blood under my boots. The grit and grime of the battle field stuck to every inch of uncovered skin. "Astrid?" I called out, "Natalia? Ruby?" I stumbled again as I tripped over an unknown, bloody corpse. 'This is chaos' I thought to myself disgusted by all the wasted carnage. "Astrid?!" I called yet again "Ruby?! Nat?!" I heard and small whimper of someone saying "Over here." I clamored over the mass amounts of dead bodies everywhere. When I got to where the sound originated I found something that makes my heart freeze cold, Natalia, my baby sister, the girl I spent half of my life raising, lay in a pool of blood, icy eyes dulling quickly, the cool blue ribbon around her waist dampening to a dulled maroon color. "Faye…" She croaked out just barely before her mouth closed and a small amount of blood dribbled "Hey, it's going to be okay." I encouraged and held her hand tightly. I was reassuring myself more than her. Nat's head drifted to the side and she nodded to the cadaver next to her. It was so blood splattered the only recognizable feature on the delicate body was the dark pink circle on a black piece of ribbon tied around her neck- a necklace that all four of us had in different colors. I choked on a sob 'Not Ruby too,' I thought. "Astrid! Please hurry!" A flash of blonde signaled that she was there. She looked down at her sister and knelt down and felt for a pulse, but I could tell by the pallor of her skin and the stillness of her chest that she was gone. Her unseeing eyes stared into nothing as Astrid reached down and closed her them, a single tear running down her face. I looked to Natalia to give Astrid a moment with her sister. It was the least I could do for my grieving friend. I held on tightly like she was my lifeline. "Faye…" She croaked quietly. "I'm sorry" I started crying as her grip loosened and went limp. The light faded from her eyes as gunshots went off around us, almost as if they were imprisoning us in our own little cage of sorrow.