A soft rain fell on the town in the peak of the night as whispers of the wind passed by the raven sang of the century old legend they all knew well. There was word of an earth shattering power stored into a single being weilding a bloodshead sword. I sing alone in the night. The eyes that watched a girl's every move couldn't tell you better that she arose from above. That girl held her tongue while she could killing in a silence and fought until there was no more breath in her longues. A soft whisper said that it was sorry. A wind rustled at the forest making the field of flowers burst into flame. The city in their terror knew just who was to blame. The girl was once a lovely shadow now she is known as a terrible goddess reigning in complete destruction and chaos. She was a single doubted girl before her a path of pure fire that would engulf the world. I was once a human before I became this.