I woke up in the middle of a forest. I got up and looked around. Where was I?
It was the middle of the night, and the only way I could see was the moon.
I looked up at the full moon. "Who am I?" I whispered.
As if the moon heard me, there was a reply that came in a soft whisper. "You are Bianca, spirit of cold and confusion."
I looked at my feet and mumbled, "Well that's a rough destiny."
Then I heard a thump. I looked to my side and saw a sword and its case lying a few feet away from me. I stumbled towards it.
The sword had a pitch black metal handle and an obsidian blade. The case had rubies on it. If only I had a belt– wait.
I was wearing black jeans and a blue hoodie. I was also wearing a belt. I put the sword in its case and hooked it on my belt. Then I looked around for a source of water, which I found pretty easily. I came across a lake.
I looked at my reflection. I had off-white hair, and turquoise eyes. Pale skin. I looked ghastly. As if I had been killed and all the blood had drained out of me.
Maybe that's how I died. Yes, I think I died, if I'm a spirit.
I heard a slight movement behind me. I spun around.
Standing there was a man with black hair and a shadow looming over his pale face. He was smiling sadly.
"Who-who are you?" I asked quietly, as if I'd wake up the whole forest if I spoke loudly.
"Bianca!" he exclaimed. I winced at the loudness in this quiet place. "Don't tell me you don't remember me! Your own father!"
"F-father?" I whispered.
"Yes," he said. "Pitch Black! Your father! I missed you terribly after you died."
"Died?" I asked. "How did I die?"
"Ah," he said. "It wasn't so long ago... Just last month. Someone killed you because he heard a prophecy that you were going to kill him."
"Do... do you know who this murderer is?" I asked.
"Ah... no. Not at all. I don't even remember the look of his face."
"So..." I looked at the ground. "Is it my destiny to take over him and what he has done?"
"I don't know," he said. "But I'm sure you will find out. Goodbye, my daughter."