PRIDE OF THE FANALIS CLAN

Prologue

Death.

It had never felt as calming as now.

To think that Life would disappear so quick- truly, it was an enigma. I didn't die from anything serious, well, it depends on the person's perspective. My mother had asthma and through her genetic codes I had received it too. Unfortunately, between the two of us my chronic disease seemed to be even worse than her. And through an asthma attack where I was too late to use my inhaler I had died.

At first it had been excruciatingly painful. Like snakes crawling on you, and then they choke you with their slimy tails, hissing in enjoyment. That feeling that you get when you couldn't breath and yet the air was filled with enough oxygen for more than seven billion people.

How cruel could God be?

I had choked while others could breath effortlessly.

I had died while other lived further.

I had abandoned my family while other families were rejoicing together.

My proud father, my gentle mother, my annoying little sister. I had left them all without a goodbye-that was the most heartbreaking thought that dwelled within my torturing mind. That was all I that I regretted, nothing else.

My father-the person who had encouraged me to continue living on.

My mother-if there was a person in this world who I admired the most, it would be her. Sure, she wasn't a saint, all humans had their faults, but at least she tried to do her best day in day out. Whenever I would look into her eyes I could see the guilt that ate her away when she saw that I had to struggle with my unfortunate condition. And although I had reassured her countless of times, she had always blamed herself for it. So, I had tried to hide the fact that my illness was eating at my soul, putting up a smile for everyone's sake.

My little sister-the person who looked up at me, admiring her strong, big sister who fought daily to survive another tiring day.

But now, I felt free.

The constricting feeling within my lungs, the fear of not being able to inhale fresh, sweet oxygen, the burden on my shoulders for putting a happy mask for the sake of my family...

All gone.

It felt absolutely euphoric, as if I could run for miles and never get out of breath, as if I could swim till the end of the world without drowning, as if I could withstand anything that was thrown towards me. Every challenge that would be given to me, I'd be able to conquer it.

Nothing would be able to stop the suppressed feelings within me, clawing their ways out.

Unfortunately this overwhelming power that was surging through me was useless now. I had died. I had left everyone.

Really, to give me this amount of energy after I died made me very frustrated.

...and now I felt nothing but an emptiness that stirred within me.

How many days had passed in this black hole of nothingness?

What's worse, the amount of energy seemed to increase daily, which made my frustration grow.

I felt trapped and the only thing I could do was drift mindlessly, hoping that I would reach the end of this never-ending tunnel. This couldn't possible be the white tunnel that everyone had described joyously. The place that would lead every soul into paradise.

...till now I got nothing more than a high amount of energy and stacks upon stacks of frustration.

Where the Hell did I get into?