11 5 Years Ago in The Lost Realm

The fires ignited chaos in the middle of the night. Frantic screams heard from every directions as the civilians of Dark City ran with fear towards the back of the mountain range. Among the crowd of sacred civilians pushing and shoving each other running away from the fight was a little girl of about twelve years old. Her light auburn hair hung low, beautiful beach curls floating with the breeze complimenting the calmness of her gentle features. Her emerald eyes ignored the people and fixated her attention to the battle happening in front of her. A fight between the living and the dead.

The dead army of harpy's, banshee's, goblin's, ogre's and gorgon's were past the grand gate, pouring into the city with such great numbers. The once beautiful black and gold medal bars that held the city's borders were trampled by the dead. As the little girl drew closer she heard the generals of both sides give orders and heard the screams of the soldiers falling in battle. Centaur's, satyr's, true warrior's on griffin's/thunderbird's and werewolves fought side by side taking on the army of the dead to hold the esteemed Dark City in spite of being heavily outnumbered and experiencing a surprise attack.

"Little girl." The girl stopped and turned her head to the left, a fallen warrior and his dead Griffin companion lay on a rubble of what once was a building. The young warrior was but an inch from dead, preparing for his body to leave his soul until he saw the little girl walking into danger. "Run. Go find your family. There is nothing left here."

He was desperately grasping for life hoping to see the little girl reach safety before he closed his honey colored eyes for good but she didn't run, she didn't show fear and she didn't waver. Instead she stepped closer to him and knelled, her palm reaching his forehead and allowed a beam of light

to shoot through her onto him.

"You'll have the opportunity to live a longer life. Serve me from here on and you will be at peace." The young warrior was stunned, laughing joyously he rose onto his two feet feeling his body alive, uninjured and full of energy. Following him, the little girl stood up and walked past the warrior quickly marching into the battle.

"Wait.. where are you-" The warrior tried to stop the little girl but she was far too deep into the battle field for him to run in weaponless. He reached down and picked up his sword, he now owed her a life, his life and he wasn't going to sit back and watch this little girl do something crazy.

The little girl reached the center of the battle field where the grand gates of the honorable Dark City once stood. The tips of her light blue night gown was stained of red and black blood, the floor was surrounded of bodied from both armies, one alive and one dead. She was spotted in a matter of seconds, an overwhelming amount of banshee, harpy and ogre's charged towards her but she felt no fear her calm demeanor wouldn't falter.

She slowly inhaled, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and lifted her hands wide on her sides. In her mind there was a moment of silence, a moment of peace, no screams, no orders, to battle cries just silence.

The young warrior kept his distance upon witnessing the little girls actions and just as he was about to take another step to protect her, her body began to glow with a powerful aura that no one in the lost realm had ever seen or felt before. The dead army was about to assault the little girl but as soon as they felt the powerful sensation they froze in place. Within a second a massive power exploded from the little girls body attacking the dead army. Her ignited spirit was attacking their souls, it didn't matter how you looked at it, dead or alive, every being had to have a soul in order to breath and their's was being torn to pieces by her consecutive explosions of a powerful magic.

Many of the evil creatures fell after the first two explosions of power, those that survived ran for the mountains that surrounded dark city.