Undead's Unlucky Unlife (Pilot Prologue)

Where does life come from? The heart and the blood it pumps? No. The memories and experiences that make us whole? Maybe.

For the man his earliest memory was a raging fire. It started on his chest as small sparks when the tears fell. Those tears ignited something fierce within his body. A warmth not felt since it happened...what happened? This great fire began spreading from his chest in an instant.

A breath was taken again.

The fire spread to the tips of his fingers and down to the tips of his toes.

A twitch of the invigorated muscles.

The burning feeling made it's way up his throat and into his face again.

A rasp could be heard. Barely a whisper. "Where am I?"

His eye would open and he would be met with a figure leaning over him. A crying girl that appeared to be about 14 years of age. From what he could tell through the red tint covering his view her hair would be a light color if it didn't seem so grimy. She wore black and white clothing similar to what he thought a priest would wear. Was she praying?

Again. Louder. "Where am I?!"

With a jolt her eyes would open and through the tears a twisted half smile would form as she looked down. She seemed a little shocked but her joy was on her face.

"You're alive. The goddess answered my prayers! I didn't think my magic would be enough to repair you!"

The dull pain was coming on stronger as the man tried to look around in his weakened state. He would see a red smog filling the skies, there were more corpses around the area, the girl holding his limp hand. "Where am I and why does my head hurt so badly?"

"The remains of the place you fought so hard to protect...it'll be okay brave one. I'll use all the power the goddess gave me to at least save one life in this village."

The man would raise a hand to his head. Each time she spoke to him the ringing seemed to continue increasing until he couldn't stand it. His hand would come away covered in blood but he wouldn't question it as he began drifting away.

"Why me?"

The wound he had touched just before going unconscious was a hole in his head. With no idea of the severity the man would drift away while staring at the priest's face...