In a small farming town, that lays close to a great river. A man was talking to another about business, whatever was said one of them looked smug while the other looked red with rage.

Following him out of the room, his fury not quenched, he roams on back home. He sees his children beaten on a child his gaze softens at them. He shoes them away and grabs the child they where beating on by the hair. His face returning into pure fury.

The girl didn't make any motion as her gaze went to the ground, she wasn't in pain when he lifted her up the way he did. He threw her onto the ground like she was plushy. The young girl still didn't make any moves.

Punching and Kicking, the Man grunts and yells "You Devils Child, it's Your Fault!" he screamed. As the sound of Children's laughter rang out in the background. The young woman looked at the badly beaten child taking fist from her husband, sadly.

She gave birth to that thing; she couldn't really love. It was ugly, and she didn't want to get in trouble with her husband. But she hated violence and didn't like it being around her children. She called her three boys inside the house and closed the door.

Once the man was done taking his rage out on the little body that seems she was much older than four. He looked indifferently as she walked inside.

The young girl's blank eyes stared at the sky, her heart had long stopped. She had died on the dirty ground. Neighbors had walked by saw her and shifted their gaze, not wanting to get involved. Her body laid there; day turned to night with the none of the girl's family members coming out to check on her.

The Sky seemed to change as the stars started to fall, the girl's hand seemed to twitch as a color came back into her face, but her eyes remind soullessly. The girl gazes a confused expression before looking down at her little body feeling even more strange.

She admired her arms at first and then looked back up towards the sky.

Her family finally came out along with all of her neighbors, they were all looking deeply at the sky in the wonder of whether it was a miracle or an Omen. The young girl also couldn't help but stare at the sky when she was shoved to the ground by one of her older siblings.

The girl didn't react and the crowd who saw it didn't say anything as they drew her attention back to the sky. As the girl stayed down, she didn't move at all. Her head didn't even bother to lift-up.

The people around gasped in surprise as one of the lights slowly fell down towards them like a little snowflake. It got so close that the people in the village tried to catch it, but it flows right through their fingers and continued to fly around. It landed in front of the girl whose head still didn't lift.

The light changed and turned into a square-shaped object, it was dark purple and had indents like a Rubik's cube. One of the girl's brothers tried to grab it but his hand went right through it. Its as if the box refused to be picked up by anyone as. Everyone who tried to touch couldn't.

As this was happening the upper world was in chaos, the retirement of the True God, and the Competition to take that person place was just announced.