The start (prologue)

*What is this cold... salty liquid that is around me... its nothing I can drink but its not usless like me right? I did not win the battle and now my punishment right.* These thoughts would race through Doe head but would simple fade back to dust as it got darker and harder to hear the chanting.

"Rema Rema!" Chanted a crowd that surrounded her in the stands as a opponent the size of a bear. Then the strength of a lion that could crush her with no effort at all. It should of been the end of her it should of her. Instead in the crowd a faint sound that not many could hear.

"You got to get up Doe... Doe you got too!" Yelled the faint voice befor everything went dark as the night it self.