Prologue.

Her blonde hair covered her sparkling blue eyes. He brushed it off gently away, tucking it behind her ear. Their silhouettes were dimly lit by the flickering lights of the empty school hallway.
"Jeremy, I--" she began to protest quietly, placing her hands on his shoulders.
He leaned in closer to her, his dark brown eyes looking right into hers so deep and lovingly. Small tears formed filling her already shiny eyes. Taking in a breath, Jeremy pressed his soft lips against hers ever so gently.
Her balled fists loosened, having a mind of their own, pulled him into an embrace, with her hands held tightly around his back.
His arms, wrapped around her waist and his hands, lightly touching the small of her back.
The kiss deepened into something that was so passionate and filled with fire.

A force pulled her waist back, but she ignored it, still deepening the kiss. It pulled her even more back, ignoring her resistance. Then it suddenly stopped.
She experienced fireworks,taking it all in, feeling like she could almost hear the sound.
She couldn't help but smile. She fluttered her blue eyes open expecting to see the boy she had shared her first kiss with. But he wasn't there.

Dead trees and scattered soil filled the entire landscape. An eerie greenish glow filled the sky gradient with black and mists of gray. The world was moving before her. Dirt and tinged hands covered with soot swayed back and forth in front of her face. Dark brown hair fell down her back, her knees were jolting up and down, dodging the fallen dead branches in her way.

The sleeve of her olive green shirt was ripped by a sharp claw-like outstretched figure. Grabbing the handle of her knife from the band of her belt, she slashed the figure out of the way and continued to run.

Gone was the safety of the school hallway. Gone was Jeremy. Gone was the fire she felt from their kiss.

She didn't know why, but now was the time to run. To escape from the darkness she once had sought after in another life.

She was confused still, despite the rush of emotions. Who was she? And where was she? She didn't know the answer to those.

But all that she knew, was that it had started. The flame had been ignited.