"During the summer there was a massive amount of homicides happening in the suburbs of the city if you go out..."
A flat screen lcd tv talks in the dark, the only glow in the room is the one emitted by it, the bed is messy, the closet is open and clothes are fallen, the owner of the place is at the door leaving.
Wearing a sweatshirt that covers his entire body, a mask that takes over his face and a round prescription glasses that are a little foggy due to the humidity of the city, his hands are in his pockets and a topped up headset inhibits his hearing.
The person walks distracted, her mind bothered by various personal problems and to top it all off she steps in dog poop, her white sneakers get completely dirty and in a fit of rage she kicks a nearby fire hydrant.
Completely motionless, tears fall from her eyes, a sudden flash startles her and when she looks to the side a truck is completely close to her body, several thoughts cross her mind, but in the end she surrenders to death.
The person feels no pain, her death is instantaneous, but in the final moment of her life she has a wish, something she has always wanted.
"I wish I could live a new life, one where I would be important"
This last thought crossed her mind and the next moment she finds herself in another place, lost and not knowing what happened she looks at herself and then at the man sitting in front of her.
The man is white as snow, his hair is red as fire, his eyes are closed and his mouth silent, she looks around but realizes that there is nothing in this place and soon turned her attention to the man.
"Hello?"
She appeared the same way she died, so her robes have not changed or soiled with the end of her life.
"Where am I? Is this hell?"
Her clouded mind couldn't think of a better place for someone like her to go after death, for, that was what her mother always told her, "Your place is in hell" were so many times she actually believed it.
Seeing that there was no more reason to hide her appearance, she takes off her jacket and mask leaving her with a top that barely holds her breasts, her waist is not thin, much less her hips are wide, but she feels happy that way.
On his lower lip he has a piercing as well as on his right eyebrow, his hair is green and has one side shaved.
"You will go to Gaia and defend Eden"
The statue moved its lips and spoke these words, initially the woman was startled, but soon a fury flooded her chest, why did she have to do this? Why on earth even in her other life would someone want to dictate her fate?
None of these questions were answered, for, the next moment she woke up in another place, a stone room lit only by torches, around her five other people remain still and in doubt.
The dimly lit room has only one wooden door that was opened soon after, eight men in medieval armor appear, each of them holding a spear, while holding a sword at his waist.
They form a path by raising their spears and a woman walks through, she wears black clothing, on her neck a cross swings with each step, her long gray hair is loose and looks wet.
She stops near the middle of the room, puts her hands together on her chest and begins to speak.
"My name is Moira, I am the current saint of the kingdom known as Eden, it is I who summoned you here oh! Noble heroes, at the moment we face difficult times so I beg for your help."
She kneels down and a white light surrounds her and the figure of a winged woman appears on her back, the woman flaps her paper-white wings and feathers fly all over the place and come into contact with those stupefied in the room.
The six people in the room are enchanted by the figure of the angel and don't even care about the feathers, but soon return to normal as they see the woman get up and walk away, the eight knights knock the spear handle on the floor and follow her leaving the door open.
Two men silently stand up and begin to follow the saint and her knights, then the rest of the group silently stands up and leaves, they pass through a narrow corridor full of windows and reach a hall.
There a massive amount of people reside, beds and mattresses are scattered all over the place, it looks clean despite the sour smell.
"This is your quarters, everyone here belongs to the world you came from"
With those words she says goodbye and leaves, the six newbies feel out of place, but soon four people wearing leather armor stand in front of them, each of them have scars and guide them inside.
"Come on, you newbies, you have a lot to learn and I hope you learn fast, the elves will soon start their next attack"
...
Moira makes her way back to the church, there a group of nobles are praying to a statue of a man, the statue is made completely of wood, but his eyes are on fire.
His appearance is ordinary, he has no robes, and is standing in a neutral pose.
"Saint how many were there this time?"
"Six, my king"
The man she calls king is in front, kneeling, with his eyes closed while his hands are together.
He wears no clothes as he prays, and yet no one says anything. His hair is tied up in a bun and when he hears the number said by his saint a smile appears on his face and then he stands up.
"Yes, keep summoning those plebs from another world, we have to defend the sacred tree at all costs, those elves cannot win this war, not while I am the one defending it."
With those words spoken, all those who were kneeling stand up and clap their hands, they turn to the woman in the doorway and bow their heads and in unison speak.
"Amen!"