This story is a work of fiction. Any characters, names, places, and events are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual person living or dead are purely coincidence.

Warning:

Story contains typographical errors, grammatical errors, and some of you may find a plot hole. Some scenes may contain words that are not suitable for young readers.

I'm not a professional writer. I only write because it's fun. Hope you enjoy. :D

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PROLOGUE

Death is something you can't predict and it's inevitable. Our memories will be gone once we die. Nevertheless, no one knows where we'll be off to. Lahat ng pinaghirapan mo nung nabubuhay ka ay mawawala rin naman. It's the most painful ending for everyone... but why do we always strive to survive kung mamamatay din naman tayo sa huli?

Erica Thana Fleas, my name, named after the word death and might be even death itself. I was born with the forbidden element called 'Dark Arts' which only once in an unknown year appears. It was a curse. A curse that will lead to my death.

And a mere prophecy holds my destiny—to die in a war. To be a killing machine in the war.

But I decided to change it and to do so, I must the Lost Crystal that is allegedly hidden in the depths of darkness, guarded by lurking shadows, and death will be knocking at my door countless times.