Hello Peeps, this is just a brief intro to things. This story for now will start of from Nel's death and her journey as a Hollow, to becoming a Vasto Lorde meeting Aizen. From there we move out to meeting Ichigo.

Enjoy!

Silence. Sweetly embracing her form as she felt her thought drifting into simple euphoria of eternal slumber. Would she dream? Would she return anew? Or was that just it? Those thoughts vaguely crawled through her mind, but swiftly went by as they came. The loss of warmth bothered her deeply at first, she struggled to not fall into this pit. But the cold was not so bad. Not bad at all no. It felt frighting at first to let her control and grip on herself go. Yet now..

The woman recalled her life, images flashing through her mind's eye like a parade. Stills like a movie depicting her memories, scenes from long ago.

Fields of green and thick woodlands she used to play in with her childhood friends. Hide and seek, tag and other games. She could not help but sadly smile to herself in that void she was slowly sinking into deeper.

Laughter of family and friends, the warmth of moments shared with those she loved. Yet she felt it was all over so rapidly, wanting to have so much more with them. Experiencing more joy and out of life.

The more heavy stills and memories played in front of her hazel visage. Loss of kin, which names slowly began to elude her as she felt the light slowly dim out for her. A few soft tears coming down her cheeks as she felt desire to return, but was far beyond that point now.

The sweet silent pit had its iron-hold on her now. She could no longer swim up out of its grasp. Her time was over, and she would perhaps see them again.

On the other side...

A slight expression of shock came over the long-wavy haired woman as she saw her own body lying on the ground. A chain running from her torso in between her bosom where her heart was located. Following the path of said chain she looked down first and saw the same object coming from her standing self. Yet as she inspected the chain up closer... Dread came over her. It was broken.

"By the gods? What do I do?! What do I do?!" she exclaimed with a voice clearly in shear shock and panic from what she saw. She was dead was she not? Then why was she able to look at her own body lying on the ground? What happened?

Then she slowly began to recall what occurred to her. Walking home from the market at the end of the day. Taking the short-cut through the woods she knew on the back of her very hands.

She looked down at her body. There it was...

It was on the edge of winter, and the days were growing shorter with each passing one. The air was cold and she could feel the frost and snow would set in soon. But she was giddy being done with her chores and errands early that day. Passing through the marketplace to prepare a healthy strong stew for her siblings and parents. The young woman was in the bloom of her life, and enjoyed the simple things it seemed.

"No no no!" she wailed in despair as her watery eyes were locked in horror at herself.

A sudden loud snap cut her from her daydreaming as she turned around to look into the thicket of the woods. Nothing in sight, but the sounds of the forest had gone silent. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up straight. Something clearly was amiss!

The fell to her knees and slammed her fist into the snow, causing some specks to fly up into the cold wind. But oddly, she did not feel the cold anymore. Her body was half-covered in the blanket of white that covered the land now.

The ring of steel filled her ears suddenly, followed by a pain in her chest. In pure shock she peered down to see a sword sticking out of her ribs, right where her heart was. Hazel eyes locked with the cause of this, a tall armored figure with foul looking hair, messed up armor and fur. A soldier, a deserter, a bandit or something else. She did not know, but it was to late to figure it out anyway. He gave her a foul half-toothed grin as his sharp blade out of her, kicking her down. " I'll let ya bleed dry, deary. Wolfs can have your corpse." he said gruffly cackling while leaning down to remove the coin on the young woman's body. "Buh-bye, dearie. HAHAHA!" he cackled louder as he vanished into the darker growing forest, snow began to fall.

She was murdered! Killed by a men she never met. She yelled at the gray skies in anger, sadness and despair. Why?! Why?! Why?!. The skies did not answer.

How much time had passed was unclear, but her corpse was now fully covered in snow. Her crimson lifeblood frozen to the soil and her body. She saw people coming and going, she tried to talk to them, but they seemed unable to hear or see her. Of-course they could not... she was dead. This only made her despair grow even bigger... and something deeper inside her stirred too. However she ignored it for now. Pushing it aside.

She wandered the woods, wondering what happened to her family. Where they safe and sound? Did they not notice she was gone? Why did they not come look for her? She rushed out to the small meadow her father had build their log-house. Praying, no pleading, to whichever gods she could think of for their safety.

Ashes. Snow-covered ashes was all she found in that meadow she had called home. Her parents and sibling corpses burned to unrecognizable crisps with expressions of torment frozen on their faces.

The woman ran, like her feet had wings. Why?! Why?! She pleaded now in anger and despair to the skies. Yet again they did not answer again. No gods answering her pleases for answers and insight in the reason this horror had to happen to her.

She ran so far she reached the edges of the wood where the town was she worked in at a local tavern, serving drinks with her famous wide smile and endowed forms. Yet the final nail in the coffin of gloom hit her like a wave in a storm. The town also had fell victim to the same faith. A pile of smoldering stones and glowing embers all being left. Piles of corpses out on display. Woman clearly haven been taking in any way these invaders saw fit. Men beheaded and put on stakes or other messed up displays. The corpses of children littering the scene just as much. The white carpet of winter stained by a large circle of crimson around the ashed of what was her life.

Thoughts of why she was the only soul out here popped to mind in her endless stream of tears. Why?! She shouted to the heavens! Why was she all alone to witness all this torment and destruction! WHY!

The darker feeling from before stirred once again, and she felt a jolt of pain come over her which forced her to fall on her stomach panting for air. It was her heart that felt like it being stabbed by that same sword, but ten times worse. She tried to gain herself, but the pain began to overtake her. Her sight grow hazy, her scream out of agony fading too and then slowly the darkness came once again...