A thousand moons away

*Prologue*

The rays of the next day slowly peeked above the horizon. Showing its warm beams of light for all to see and feel. The cool breeze welcoming all those around to enjoy its short embrace before the heat of the sun reached noon and brought its endless humidity. Animals surrounding the area moved around, doing what they needed to survive within the world. The vegetation surrounding the small village growing at its own pace. Most of it collecting the moisture from the air and creating little dew drops that the insects could drink. 

It would have been the perfect day to celebrate the time humans express as living their lives. The perfect day for the children to run around outside and play. Perfect day for the fathers and sons to hunt and fish. The day for mothers and young ladies of age to slave at the fireplace, cooking the meal of the day or finishing up chores so that they could chat with other friends about recipes and gossip about the clothes in shops that were too overpriced yet beautiful to look at. A day so wonderful that the travelers and merchants would be able to explore to town and sell their products, so that they may return home that evening and explain their day to their family.

 It would have been perfect anyway, but something - or rather someone - stopped that from happening.

Before the moon could disappear from the sky, flames had engulfed the town. As if the entity of hell had decided to pay a visit to the once quiet town. Creating a mass panic within the village. The humans of the village doing their best to survive, doing their best to keep the flames down. If only it was a normal fire. It would have been easier. The peace would have come, and the terror would have stopped. The pain would have stopped, but it never did...

The people of the village had heard of a cursed sorcerer that would cause chaos and destruction with every step he took in whatever direction he decided to pursue that day. The travelers would talk about him. A demon, or rather a GOD-like being, that would materialize in front of any that crossed his path. He would challenge any that opposed him. He would K I L L any that got in his way. Sadly, that's exactly what happened to the village. They had sat right where he decided to go that day, Even though it had nothing to do with them. He took it upon himself to eliminate them. However, not all, as little girl had caught his eye. 

Her (e/c) eye shining with a sparkle of what you can only guess to be fear. He had seen her and smirked, sending a chill down the poor girl's spine. She just stood there, looking up at the curse. At his many limbs and two-faced appearance. She wanted to scream. To yell at this man - if she could call him that - for ending her family. For ending her friends and friends family. Ending the villagers that had both been nice and mean to the little girl and her friends. For the killing of the village.

But she didn't. In all honesty, she couldn't. Who was she compared to this massive man enwreathed with muscles twice her own body weight. A twig compared to the massive tree. A little limb in front of this tiger. 

"I'll spare your pathetically short life human, only so that you could relay a message to those idiotically weak sorcerers," He had said, looking around at the disaster that he had caused and smiled. The glint of power and mischief within those devilish red orbs. "I'm coming, and I'm going to end the human race." He stated, looking back to the girl, smile still present before the man vanished. She looked around, only to find that she was the only being left within the wreckage. 

The poor girl had gone through hell and back just to make it to the next village over. Her eyes were lidded and empty. The earlier events causing sorrow and fear within the girl, yet for some reason, it was not due to the cursed being. No, not the cursed being, most likely the power it portrayed. The power to take one's life, and render one useless. It seemed almost addictive, one could say, but it wouldn't matter. How can one become powerful when they are dead.

"Yyyyy/nnnnnnnn, Come on your so sloooowwwwwww." My friend, Lola, whined as she yanked my bag towards the direction she wanted me to walk in. My black sneakers tap on the warm concrete as I make my way around the people and curses in the streets, making sure to keep an eye on the over-excited blonde beside me. "Come on, they're going to run out of sweets if we don't get there before it opens. I heard rumors that they are absolutely divine." She squeals. She finally releases my bag, only to hook onto my arm.

"I am all for sweets, Lola, but I'm not exactly dressed for the day," I state, only wearing a pair of grey sweats and (fav/color) tank top. 

"Ok and?" She looks back at me, still somehow avoiding everything around us. "You act like this isn't your normal style of clothing. In all honesty, I don't understand your style at all. It's all dark one minute and the next your chilling in some cow PJ bottoms and some 50 lb jacket."

"Hey, I happen to like my cow pajamas. They're nice, besides your no better with your My Little Pony stuffed animal collection that you keep on your bed like a 4-year-old. Now I can see why you like the cake eating pink pony so much. You are just like her." I shot back, sending a quick glare her way only for her to puff out her cheeks. A moment passes and she lets go of my arm, a look of sorrow present on her chubby face. I sigh, looking forward to see that we was about a block away from the cafe. 

"Hey," I look back at the pink-clad female beside me. " I apologize, you know, for dissing your pony addiction."

"Hahaha, it's okay. I just did that to make you feel bad." Lola smirked, looking towards me before booking it the rest of the way to the cafe.

"YOU ASS, IM GOING TO KILL YOU." I roared, taking off after the bubbly girl.

"Hmm, what an interesting girl?" The voice chuckled, making their way into the store.