In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Life was a precious gift.
It chose only a few people and if they were lucky, they would experience the full joys of what life bought.
But there was a limit to everything.
With life came death and death seemed far easier, far simpler than life. There were two sides to death, two sides to everything it seemed. Those who were lucky would experience a dark, empty, peaceful limbo, drifting between the afterlife and purgatory.
But for those unlucky souls, it was a fiery hell of burning skin and tormented screams that never seemed to end. No matter what you believed, death could be a ball of fire that never stopped burning if you were unlucky.
A heartbeat fluttered in the darkness, quiet but growing stronger. Her mind was astray, her body stuck between life and death. Everything seemed too heightened, too bright and for while, her soul floated into peace.
But the events of what happened came tumbling down on her like boulders, weighing her body down and pulling her under deep currents she couldn't swim out of. Her lungs felt ready to combust, the desperate need for air chaining her body.
She kicked and screamed and the lights got brighter. Voices surrounded her, growing stronger and an ache formed in the back of her mind. She was calling out for someone, anyone.
Then, like she was pulled out of the water, life touched her lips and air rushed into her lungs. Her body shook and shuddered and her fingers shook, her toes curling into what seemed like a soft spread.
Before she knew it, her eyes flew wide open, a mirage of colors encircled with an emerald ring and the sun met her gaze.
A soft groan fell from Alesandria's lips, her dark hair matted to her forehead as she sat upright in her bed, sweat beading down her face. Uneven breaths rushed in and out of her lips, her chest heaving up and down as she did so.
It was hot, too hot and her heart was hammering inside her chest. Beating with a new source fo energy she couldn't figure out. She kicked the sheets off of her body, crossing her legs and looking around the room she was in.
It looked normal with white curtains and a king sized bed she sat in but something was different. It had a new aura, a new atmosphere that smelled of magic and power and danger.
"Good morning, princess." The sound of Castrin's voice captured her attention and she turned around to see the Dark Magic Summoner sitting by her side, his dark locks matted to his forehead and his ever-gazing eyes smiling at her.
"What happened? Did it work? Where are the others?" Alesandria asked, scrambling around the bed as if she was trying to get away from a snake. Her friend laughed, nodding his head. "For someone that woke up from a three-day nap, you sure do have a lot of questions" he uttered to her, crossing his legs.
"Three days" she whispered, clutching her chest. "I've been asleep for three days." The summoner nodded again, running his fingers through his dark locks. "Yes, you have. The others are downstairs, sound asleep. I figured since I was the first one to awake, I might as well be the first one to break the news to you."
