*As the traffic light turns red tires can be heard breaking*

Lisa looks over to her father Isaac "Thanks for picking me up from soccer practice daddy." Though she still looked exhausted from practice she gave him a wide grin that showed she was truly happy. Before Isaac could reply the car was struck from behind by a truck, the driver inebriated. Causing the car to flyout into heavy oncoming traffic.

Everything happened to fast, the truck still pushing the car hit his breaks to late. Both vehicles somehow missed the few cars that passed before the driver's side of the truck gets bulldozed into by a semi unable to break in time, killing the drunk driver. Catching the rear end of the car dragging it along, a blue SUV smashes into the drivers side of Isaac's car killing him instantly on impact, the blue SUV dislodges Isaac's car sending it tumbling further up the road landing upside down. More car breaks can be heard skirting to a stop in the distance, more vehicles can be seen pushing each other into the pileup heading for their flipped car. Tears roll up Lisa's face as she looks at her fathers father's lifeless body, her consciousness fades to black....

****sirens can be heard in the distance*

*beep*

*beep*

*beep****.....

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*The Witching Hour*

Sparks from the stone wheel added more light to the small shed as the flames from the lone candle dance around casting the man's silhouette against the cluttered walled with rusted and worn tools, with obvious with miscare and neglect. hunched over as he focused on the work in front of him until the blade was sharp enough for a clean shave. Slowly the grinding of metal to stone stopped echoing through the quiet night, all was hushed and still throughout the farm.

Examining the blade convinced that it would make a clean cut he walked out into the cooling summer night air, looking up at the moon shining and some twinkling stars peeking through the thick clouds alight with lightening of a pending storm. He slowly walked words the house no longer with the stride of a loving husband and a gentle father, but with sadness in every step remembering all the good memories he and his wife built together over the years. The painful memories of his wife's life draining from her eyes as she gasping her last goodbyes as she bled out from from the sword wound to her neck, grasping the sword sticking from her chest. Inflected by the ones they once called friends and neighbors. Reaching the door realizing that there is no turning back from here.

Making his way through the kitchen past the stone oven, with dying embers giving heat and a soft glow to the kitchen, past the homemade table and chairs, worn in places showing years use, to the basement with heavy thuds echoing below, soft muffled sobs can be heard beyond the door. Taking a deep breath before opening and descending the stairs where the sobs get louder with each step, into the dark and damp basement he went further until a figure can barely be made out lying on the floor, where the sobs originate.

*A candlelight flickers to life.* Casting a dim wavering light across the small room, a desk filled with stacks of books comes into view, some are stacked neatly while others lay strewn across the desktop and floor. Shining light on the figure on the floor a young girl no older the twelve or thirteen years, in a dirtied and torn light green dress, her arms, and legs bound with leather straps her mouth gagged and covered. Unending tears of sadness and betrayal looking at her father, no looking at a stranger no longer the man she once knew, no longer her family...

A deep voice can be heard echoing off the walls.

"Húselwer þes purlambes ond forċeorfen sé wolcen, aliesan sum edsceafte clīwene dihte ríce!"

(Take this lamb and divide the skys, let a new world order reign)

*thud*As the knife comes down, the candlelight briefly burns brighter lighting the room revealing a bearded man in a dark grey wool cloak wiping his trembling hands on his clothes already covered in the blood of his only child, looking down at the young girl at his feet, the newly sharpened blade sheathed deep in her chest, her eyes wide in fear and pain. The candle extinguishes as her last breath gurgles through. He stands over her lifeless body a moment longer before relighting the candle. He closes her eyes and wipes the tears, dirt, and blood from her face with the back of his cloak before wrapping her up in it.

"Ure blót bócriht no beinnan leāsspellung fréodohtor"

(Your sacrifice will not be in vain daughter)

"Ic bió besárgest mín magutimber...."

(I'm sorry my child...)

Pushing her body into the shallow well pit before him, watching as she disappeared as though she never existed. With her sacrifice, the earth began to shake and tremble throughout the world.

One year later

*Alarm clock blares*

Peeking through one of her eyes seeing the clock reading '5:30 a.m.' she groans and rolls out of bed hitting the ground with a hard thud groaning more. Wiping the sleep from hers eyes knowing she got less than two hours of sleep she slowly shuffles through her dresser for school clothes letting her alarm clock ring away to keep her awake with its constant beeps, and hopefully wake her brother just on the other side of the wall. All the while the mumbling to herself.

"Last time I do a late night instance... The way I feel now was it really worth the loot drops?..." after thinking for a moment "Yes, yes it was.."

She found herself crawling into bed around '3 AM' that night because of the overseas servers were doing double loot drops for instances bosses. Stretching herself in attempt to wake up further she hears a long deep sigh outside of her room door before the hard knocks echo through.

"Lisa, turn it off! For the love of God!"

He knocks harder, clearly not a morning person

"I'm up, so shut it off before you wake the entire house up!"

Already knowing their mother already left for work, and their father passed away the year before. It was just them... She often wondered if their mom blamed her for the loss of her husband. Since the accident their mom busied herself with work leaving early coming home late. It obviously wasn't the same after the accident, she became colder every month.

It was her younger brother Jon. Looking at the clock again as it turns '5:42' walking over to her desk, finally turning off the alarm. Reaching beyond the clock to toss open her curtains in a dramatic fashion bathing her room in the early morning light that peeked through the branches and leaves.

Letting the light shine on her piles of D&D manuscripts, natural home remedies and herbs books she memorized to heart, and her dirty clothes scattered around her room. Her pale blue walls shown between her traditional sword sets, Death Note, Destiny 2, and various gaming posters that covered most of her walls. Light shining off her games and movie cases that lined her two bookcases leaving no room for her actual books. Her comic and manga stacked in boxes, splitting at their corners. Her closet was full of awards and trophies and lost memories of the person she once was.

Covering her eyes forgetting how much the morning sun hurts her night owl eyes, as she does every morning. Stumbling back nearly tripping over a pile of random assortments of stuff consisting of dirty clothes, and foam swords for larp.

Saving herself in an awkward dance to regain her balance, turns around to look for her shoes and book bag to finish getting ready for school. Finding Jon, her brother, standing 5'11" blocking her doorway partially dressed for the school day. His wool-like hair cut into a short mohawk, facial features resembling their father, almond-shaped eyes leading to his slim nose, and sitting below his lips curled into an amused smirk, tell tell sign that he saw her fopa, everything held together with his strong jawline. His shirt across his shoulder, body armor clinging tight to his muscles gained from football practice and lifting weights. Thinking 'If this were a video game he would be classified as a knight or tank.' His amusement soon replaced with a look of worried sympathy, knowing after the car accident a year ago that nearly cost her life. Her whole being has changed from outgoing and active to a shut in who's only activity was running raids on dungeons. Looking around her room that was once clean to a place not even a pig would roll around in.

*kicking her shoes*

"You know, if you'd keep your room clean you'd have space for ALL of your stuff."

Pointing down to her school bag and shoes he had just kicked.

She looked up at him from the pile of clothes "I was looking for those! I'll clean up my room on the weekend, I have nothing raid wise planned that day."

He rolled his eyes knowing it was a lie, she was gonna get home and just sit in front of her pc doing raids all weekend. "If I didn't have a game this Friday I'd make sure you stuck to what you said. Now hurry up, we have to leave for the bus soon." he said backing of her doorway to go to the kitchen.

Stumbling out of her room with a limp to the bathroom for the morning routine, she looked into the mirror to see how worse for wear she was. Looking at herself to see her almond shaped eyes staring back as she examined the bags under her eyes, the tell tell signs of sleeplessness nights. Pushing her black natural curls out of her face she slowly looked over her face, acne of a girl in puberty speckled her cheeks and forehead like a paint brush was flipped in her face. Her rounded nose greasy because she skipped showering yesterday caught up in video games, her lips cracked and dry from her constant licking.

"I need to do better for myself..." she said quietly to herself thinking about the 'person' she left in the closet. Turing to catch up on her hygiene before entering 'polite society.' Already facing torment from the other students she didn't want to give them more ammunition to use.