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"Just like a star that fade and burn into nothingness, I want to make my mark with flashy start and end by becoming an empty hole that sucks everything in."

- zeit

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In the busy street of the market, there is a filthy girl is standing on top of a wooden crate.

She wore an old dark brown pants, a maroon long sleeves and a pair of shoes older than she is.

Her long dark hair flowed like a silk through the wind and her clear emerald eyes sparkled in delight as she stared at the crowd.

With her rusty sword resting on her hips, she raised her hand and shouted with pride and glory to the people of the bustling town market

'It is I, the lady who is blessed by the Gods with beauty, grace and strength, Myriah White Greaver. Standing here in broad daylight will sing to you dear audience'.

The people stop on their tracks and whatever they are doing.

The look of shock that first dominated their faces was changed into utter annoyance.

Observing from their facial expression this was not the first time that Myraih had done this kind of feat in the middle of the busy market.

Myriah on top of her wooden crate took her pose to start to sing but before she can open her mouth a little kid shouted while pointing at her, ' but Miss your bad at singing and you don't look beautiful you look filthy!'

'Hey, watch your mouth little kid, you're talking to the beautiful protagonist and daughter of the gods here' Myriah shouted back while arching her unkempt eyebrows.

'Oh really? Then why are you penniless?' The kid retorted with a tone of mocking, 'you even live in the streets'.

Somehow Myriah cannot deny that. She may make herself believed in all the fantasies in her mind but in the eyes of others she is still the homeless girl with nothing else except herself.

She got down from her crate and went to the boy, the people intently watches her.

They knew she wouldn't hurt the boy, she is a good kid after all. For two years from the time she appeared in their town, even without money she didn't steal or committed any crime. She worked hard for her food and her place to stay.

Though her singing was terrible, like a ghostly mother wailing for her child which is truly horrifying.

As Myriah stand in front of the boy staring at him high and mighty but she was interrupted by a dark brooding roar.

Roooooar!

She sunny day turn dark, cold seeping in every corner of the street.

Shadows lurks and slowly creeping in. The people froze like statue. This is the first time in their life to be in the presence of the demons.

In the moments of frozen calmness an alarm blared loudly and everything became chaos.

People run wild fearing for their lives, fruit and vegetables from stalls rolled on the ground. Priceless glass broke and metals clanked to the ground. People screamed, some stumbled, others frantically looked for a way out.

Guards of the town went to their defensive formation to protect the civilians. But from the looks of it they were outnumbered. Twenty guards versus two dozens of wolves, a great danger stood ahead of them but the brave guards stood their ground.

Myriah's ayes darken as the commotion around her turned from bad to worse. She took a stance to protect the boy, unsheathed her sword and her eyes steeled on the demons surrounding their town.

'Hey you kid where your parents are? go and run to them now! '

The boy seemed confused at a moment but he heed her words and ran to the arms of his father who was looking for him.

Miasma spread through the air like a plauge and it thicken second after second. The people who had no tolerance to it were fainting one after the other.

The wolf like creatures bared their fangs and attacked. They spewed fire, burning the whole market down. As the raging fire enveloped the place one of the guards fire a distress signal to the air asking for assistance from the knights of the capital.

The guards fight off the demons with all their might but compared to well-trained knights, it seemed that they are far more inexperienced.

Myriah run toward the guards offering her assistance. They knew how grave the situation was that every helping hand matters.

'This is a bloody day indeed! 'I just wanted to perform my loving song to the crowd and look it here they even demons came to watch!' Myriah muttered to herself but the guards heard it and they don't know whether to laugh at her or what since it was quite funny.