<center><i>What are dreams? I wonder when I hath begun to have them. When I began to dream of a red sky and a familiar figure whose name I know yet can never recall. Will I know thine name if I simply continue to dream? Forever?</i></center> Maybe today started as a normal day. A day where you conducted your normal morning rituals. Set out for school or work or simply slept in because this was a day you had off. A day when you decided to walk around the town looking for anything of interest. Whether it was chasing down a urban legend or gossiping with your friends about rumors you heard around town. This day however was different. Why you ask? That answer could be simply answered the moment you witnessed the others around you staring into the sky. How it grew dark and you looked up to see the ring of light that tried to creep it's way around the celestial object that blocked the suns light. A lunar Eclipse? Maybe that would have been the case if not for the cracks that appeared in the sky. Those self same cracks that soon collapsed revealing a giant eye looking down on the world and the sky turning into a blood red. This may have started as a normal day but it did not remain as such.

<center><i>All things have an inevitable ending. Even Death</i></center> The sky was filled with dark clouds that seemed as if they wanted to choke out the light. Small pillars of light crept through the crevasses as if to illuminate the carnage of what lay below. On the ground were numerous corpse. Bodies piled one after the other as if the site of a battle of decimation. A war where neither side would give up until the last man. The ground was soaked with blood and the air filled with the stench of rusting iron. In the middle of this field of the departed was a hill with a pillar of light shining down on it. In that pillar, atop the hill, was a single girl with snow white skin and long snow white hair. She wore a white, one piece dress which was soaked in red near the bottom. In her hand was a large unwieldy sword with blood dripping from its blade that seemed far to big for her hands. Her crimson red eyes staring at the severed head of her would be master. &quot;Ye art not worthy of mine self. Thus thine punishment hath been delivered.&quot; she spoke as a single tear rolled down her face In a park in town this same girl had opened her eyes while leaning against a tree. She had fallen asleep and like in her dream she had a single tear rolling down her face. No, this was not a dream. It was a memory from a time long passed. She looked around and noticed that the tree had died and began to rot as well as the grass in her immediate. Her power seemed to leak out a little as she slept. She looked at the sky knowing that such peaceful days would not last forever. For now she would enjoy things as they are.