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Prologue: Lost
"C-Cold..."
A snowflake fell gently against the white cheek of a young woman, waking her up from unconsciousness.
It is snowing.
The girl opened her eyes slowly, still dizzy from her deep slumber. The soft December sunlight makes her squint before she can fully take in her surroundings.
She is lying on the ground. On a thick sheet of white. On snow.
"Snow?!"
Shiva suddenly stood up to finally grasp her predicament.
Ubi Fan?
Check.
Bone Scythe?
Check.
Wind Halo?
Check.
Wings?
... ... ...
She panicked. Her Shinigami wings is gone, nowhere to be found while everything else around her is white except the milky skies above her, the one place she considers home.
She eyed her surroundings. She is on a snowy patch of nothingness in the middle of nowhere. Now she is sure that she has fallen--literally--from Valhalla, home of the Calm Spirits, of Sparklies, of Mod-Gods, and Angels of Death such as her.
And she is on Gaia, world of mortals, and emotions, and pain. Yes, she can feel pain--from her ribs, from her back, from behind her head. She, too, is mortal, without her wings, now replaced by flesh that feels pain and spirit easily swayed by emotions.
She picked on her memories, trying to remember what happened. She tried to remember, but nothing came. Her fall must have been that hard.
Then a low, bellowing sound whispered in the wind, making Shiva turn around. A dark wisp of smoke came from the horizon. A train perhaps. A spark of hope. And when there's train, there must be civilization nearby. She knew she had to go that direction.
But as soon as she took a step...
"OW!"
A sheet of paper smacked right in her face. The letter read:
Extremely Confidential: For Labtech Distribution Only
I WANT YOU FOR THE J.G. ARMY!
The Mods are gathering and the Force needs you to fight with Us in a Battle to prove our Power and Significance in Gaia. Take a Stand! Victory to Gambino! - Signed: Johnny Gambino
I WANT YOU FOR THE J.G. ARMY!
The Mods are gathering and the Force needs you to fight with Us in a Battle to prove our Power and Significance in Gaia. Take a Stand! Victory to Gambino! - Signed: Johnny Gambino
A photo of a big, blonde guy with his finger pointed in the reader jeered beneath the notes.
"This guy's crazy...." Shiva thought. "...going against the Mod-Gods? Sheesh."
Going against the Mod-Gods...
The thought sank in. Someone is going against the Masters of Valhalla--her Masters. And he's assembling an army. Fast. She had to do something. She'll fight Johnny Gambino's army, find the man himself, and...
"Ouch!"
A sharp, piercing pain came from her toes, cutting her thoughts. She looked down and saw little red eyes staring back at her with much hatred and disgust.
"Die you &%$@#! critter!" scream
But as soon as she raised her Ubi Fan to strike, another piercing pain made her stop. Another bit her heels.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw a pack of four... six... ten more grunnies hopping excitedly to her direction...ready to sink their teeth into her now mortal flesh.
Cute and furry sure they are, but Shiva knows that this little creatures are only the front line of a bigger trouble yet to come...
And they must be defeated. At once.