~Prologue~
She was panting heavily, trying to garner all the strength she has left to run as fast as she could in the dark woods, knowing that if she stops, she will never get away from it. She could hear its breathing, she could feel its desire to devour her. She had to find that place, she needed to get hold of that holy piece. She had no idea how it looked like, but she needed to find it nonetheless.
" What were you looking for?"
" I don't know, but I can't stop looking."
" Why? Aren't you tired of running?"
" Even so, I couldn't stop, its our only chance."
" You mean, its your only chance."
" What do you mean by that? I am not alone in this, shouldn't you be helping me too? You are as much a part of this as I am."
" You wish. I don't have to."
" I will find it, just you wait. I will save both of us."
" You don't have to, I am not afraid."
She saw a blast of blinding light ahead of her, this must be it. The enemy was close, she needed to hurry up. But she tripped, and it wasn't the woods anymore, she fell into the nothingness beneath, she couldn't see anything, the light blinded her eyes temporarily, she only knew that she was falling, falling deep and a deafening scream tore out of her throat as she fell deeper and deeper into the pit of darkness.
She woke up with a start. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was panting heavily. Again. It happened again. This nightmare of hers. She ran into the bathroom to puke, it was nauseating. She has been afraid of height ever since that day, and the nightmare never stopped ever since that day. She washed her face and rinsed her mouth. That bitter taste on her tongue bugged her, it was not the best way to start a day. She looked into the mirror, inspecting the pale girl in the mirror, thinking if anyone can see the darkness in her, thinking if anyone can save her from the darkness engulfing her. She never felt more alone in her life. The pale looking girl with enlarged green pupils looked back at her, her black messy hair curled around her waist. She looked like she just spent a sleepless night. Well, it might have been better if that was the case.
" Claire, breakfast's ready." Mrs Alberich yelled from the dining room.
Elizabeth Sinclaire Alberich, preferred to be known as Claire, a 16 year old teenager, schooling in Oakville High, the only daughter of the well known Alberich family living the ancient mansion at the end of Oakville alley. The mansion was passed down generation by generation with history as old as Oakville itself. Mr Alberich is the owner of a massive business empire dealing with different business genres, so numerous that everyone in Oakville just acknowledged that he owns everything. Claire was so lucky, presumed by everyone, she wished that she feels that way too. If only they knew.
