Prologue: Dark Tranquility
Blood dripped from the wall. A lifeless girl's head was hung down by her breast, her hands out-stretched with two knives stuck on her wrists. One on each wrist. She gasped for more breath, but it was too late, her last breath was taken,
"Why must you dwell here while I die?" were her last words to the killer staring at her with nothing but hatred in the person's eyes.
"The lord must be avenged," the person hissed, and walked away as soon as the girl's heart stopped beating. It was 1665, in the place known as England. The killer looked back one more time, and saw the girl's eyes glow blood red, as she snickered.
"Damn you," she said, and looked the killer's way. Before anyone could come in, the killer disappeared, as the girl's head once more sagged, lifeless.
Amy woke up in a cold sweat, holding her burning wrist. She took her hand off, and blood covered her hand, and was still dripping from her wrist. She quickly ran to her bathroom, and bandaged it.
When she got back into her bed, she realxed, and closed her eyes. But, a soft touch quickly awakened her once more. A boy, about 16 with bags under his eyes, and only the whites showing, was standing above her.
"Shhh, young 'un, go back to sleep, into your black tranquility, I'm here to protect you," a sly smile crossed his face. She was still weary, but closed her eyes anyway.
Blood dripped from the wall. A lifeless girl's head was hung down by her breast, her hands out-stretched with two knives stuck on her wrists. One on each wrist. She gasped for more breath, but it was too late, her last breath was taken,
"Why must you dwell here while I die?" were her last words to the killer staring at her with nothing but hatred in the person's eyes.
"The lord must be avenged," the person hissed, and walked away as soon as the girl's heart stopped beating. It was 1665, in the place known as England. The killer looked back one more time, and saw the girl's eyes glow blood red, as she snickered.
"Damn you," she said, and looked the killer's way. Before anyone could come in, the killer disappeared, as the girl's head once more sagged, lifeless.
Amy woke up in a cold sweat, holding her burning wrist. She took her hand off, and blood covered her hand, and was still dripping from her wrist. She quickly ran to her bathroom, and bandaged it.
When she got back into her bed, she realxed, and closed her eyes. But, a soft touch quickly awakened her once more. A boy, about 16 with bags under his eyes, and only the whites showing, was standing above her.
"Shhh, young 'un, go back to sleep, into your black tranquility, I'm here to protect you," a sly smile crossed his face. She was still weary, but closed her eyes anyway.