My eyes snapped open as I was awakened by a loud, terrified shriek. I recognized that voice, and I knew she would only scream like that in a dire emergency. I got out of bed and ran to my parent's bedroom. My mom was usually pretty calm, so whatever happened had to be really bad. As I opened my parents' bedroom door, I saw my dad, lying on the ground motionless. My mother soon did the same as she fell to the floor, dead. I barely had any time to process what had just happened before I saw something small fly through the window.

Is that what I think it is?

I ran. I just barely made it out of the room, closing the door behind me so as to supress blast from the hand grenade that had just flown through the window. My parents' room was blown to bits and I was lucky to have made it out of my house before the fire caught up. Right before I left, I picked up my black cat Shadow, and ran like the wind to get away from the burning wreckage that was once my home.

I had barely gotten out of my house when another grenade went off behind me. It was just close enough to send my flying, but far away enough for me to live through it. When I got up, I saw someone else standing next to me, watching in disgust as my house was reduced to ashes. It was a girl, about my age. She was wearing a dark green sweater with one bright green stripe across the middle. She had shoulder length brown hair, and pale skin. But her cheeks were quite red. "Who are you?" I asked. "I could ask the same about you." she replied.

I stood up, and asked once more "What is your name?" She replied in a calm, collected manner as she turned to look at me with blood red eyes "Greetings, I am Chara." Chara stared at me, and I felt like I couldn't move. "Well don't just sit there, tell me your name!"

"Will" "My name is Will" I replied "Will Allen" She then said to me "Are you the one who destroyed this house?" "No, I lived in it." I replied. For all I knew she could have destroyed my home herself and just asked the question to make it seem like she was innocent. There was a long, terrifying silence, until Chara finally stopped staring at me in such an intimidating manner. "I see." More silence. "So you don't have anywhere to live?" She said. "You could say that" I replied. "Come with me. I'll show you where you can stay" I was shocked. I didn't expect her to offer help at all. But I followed anyway, hoping to find somewhere, anywhere to stay. "Where are we going?" I asked. "My place. You can stay there for the night"

When we arrived at Chara's "house" I found it was more like a garbage dump. In fact, it was a garbage dump. There were boxes scattered around to act as furniture. There was a couch made of boxed and thrown-out pillows, a table that was also a box, even beds made of boxes, pillows, and blankets. Needless to say, living conditions were not ideal.

We had planned for me to only stay at Chara's so-called "house" that one time. But it soon became a permanent arrangement. This was recommended by one of Chara's other homeless friend who told Chara to let me stay, because apparently they thought I would never make it on my own. Their request was somewhat offensive, but even more convenient. I stayed there for a good two years. In that time, we had to steal a lot of food to survive. Eventually, we got to the point where we were always on the run. But one day, everything changed.

We were running from police as usual. Chara had just gouged a man's eye out for a slice of moldy bread, and we had been running from police for at least twenty minutes. Chara decided it would be a good idea to run up Mt. Ebott. She had decided a long time ago that the legends about people never returning from the mountain were just old stories made for small children. So we ran until Chara tripped, and fell down a giant hole in the mountain, never to be seen again.

After that, I froze, and the police got me. When I told them about my situation, they let me off easy. But that's not to say I wasn't punished. I had to do work for everyone I had stolen from. And find a way to make up for Chara gouging out an eye

If only she wasn't so reckless

But after I had made up for everything, I ended up living an okay life. For three years I lived in a home with other kids who were intrigued by my stories of adventuring with Chara. They were always painful to tell after she fell into the mountain, but after a while I grew to appreciate the other kids' excitement for my adventures. I was like a hero to them. But one day, I got very sick. It took three months for my severe illness to take my life. After that, my soul never really left my body. I wasn't even aware souls were a real thing. I always thought that magic and things like that were just stories, just like the mountain. After a while though, I knew it was real, that my soul still hadn't left my body. A week later, they held a funeral for me. They carried my body to the top of Mt. Ebott, and dropped it into a big hole. And that's where our story begins.

Whew! That was a pretty long prologue. Sorry about that, I just felt like I should fit the whole prologue into one chapter. and yes, this in only the prologue there is much more to come. Our story isn't over yet. Stay determined!