Prologue

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The girls were laughing; screaming their hearts out to the blasting music; dancing in their cramped car seats. The girl on the wheel let go for a second to belt out a lyric, then quickly grabbed the steering wheel again, giggling hysterically. There was no doubt that they just had the time of their lives at the party. Their old, battered yet somehow still working car tut-tutted onto the highway.

They girls were singing a hardcore rock song when a loud screeching filled their ears. A huge object loomed up on them, colliding with their car. They felt the car's wheels skid across the road and they were bounced around in their seats, knocking into each other when they crashed into the metal railing. A burning smell rose steadily into the air, and the side of the car collapsed on the two girls.

Flashes of red-and-blue lights and sirens were heard and seen as the two girls flitted in and out of consciousness.

After a while, they blink open their eyes to the bright, white lights and beeping monitors of a hospital room. Adults rushed over to the sides of their beds, great looming figures in their current blurry vision. As their eyes focused, they realized it was their parents. Although they could see their mouths moving, they couldn't hear what they were saying; nothing but a murmuring.

Yet before the girls succumb the the darkness once more, their hearing became acute and caught a phrase: "the doctor said you won't make it..." Then they are out cold, the deep, riveting dark welcoming them.

As they open their eyes, they are sitting on a soft surface, like how one would imagine a cloud felt like, with a glowing door in front of them. The girls glance at each other, and with a simultaneous decision, clasped hands and walked over the threshold of the door, being engulfed in shining, bright light as soon as they did.

A voice rose, seeming to come from nowhere yet everywhere at once. "You have been chosen..." it echoed deeply throughout the glowing space of nothingness. Then the voice and light faded, leaving them with clutched hands and failing conscious.

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