Screams pierced the air. The sound of metal clashing on one another was deafening. Bodies were strewn all over the kingdom. At the very top of a tower, a sixteen-year-old girl was running. Her aura was increasing by the second, anger and fear escalating quickly. A girl, once holy, turned dark. Her thoughts were like a hurricane, swirling, chaotic, and furious.

Liars

Traitors

Fake

Worthless

Stupid

Murderers

And one lasting thought loomed ominously in her mind; They were all Sinners in more ways than one.

Lyria dashed as fast as she could down the stairs. She was running out of time.

Time. She needed time she did not have.

She had to stop this battle; they needed to know the truth. If she couldn't stop the battle, it might as well be the end. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the side of her head. Lyria stumbled forward to catch her balance, but the stairs seemed to sway back and forth below her and soon she was on the floor. A dark figure hovered above her. The person felt familiar, but she couldn't recall who it was. 

"I am sorry, Lyria, but I can't let you stop them. It's for our own good,"

Then everything went black.