Prologue

January 8, 2000

Hundred… thousands of years ago, I was chosen by the gods or the Godens, as they want me to call them. They told me I have great things to come to me and I would be able to change the way of my life. They gave me the ability to change those whom I deemed worthy to be special and they promised me that my life would never end.

For an orphan like me, who never had a home or people to love her, this sounded exciting. A chance to be free and to be myself. That is all I have ever dreamed of. I was so close to freedom from the orphanage. If only I knew what they truly meant that day. Before the golden lights haunted me everywhere I go.

Before they left me that fateful day in May on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, they gave me a book and told me to write everything that happened to me. They said this would be the key to leaving this endless world.

That day, the day they gave me this chance for freedom, replays in my head every time I wake up. They show up in a golden light… If you see these light, I hope they don't have a plan for you. The Godens are sick and twisted beings. They have fun playing with the minds of those weaker than them. Unfortunately, they told me that it will all be over.

So here I go, writing in the journal they gave me for dreadful day for hopefully the last time, I warn the next person that reads this or sees the Godens or the golden lights… BEWARE! They are not as good as they may seem. Golden is not always a good thing to see.

This document has all that is going on in this world I created… what all started with a kid who I pitied and who helped when I was in one of my poorer times of being alive.

I laugh at myself for being so lonely and desperate to take an offer from a group of old rich people with gold jewelry, who came to me on my way back home from a job interview. The time that I couldn't pass a chance to be free. But it only escalated because I pitied a man for caring about a hobo on the side of the street in the dead of winter. I decided to give him this curse, a chance in hopes of being able to leave this endless cycle or to have a friend.

But of course, those spiteful gods wanted me to stay and continue to see how I ruined this world. The world that used to be just humans and the occasional ghost… has now turned into a war of witches and beasts. The battle between the good and the bad. The battle of similar people hating others. A battle like no other, no trust, no allies, no family. Just war.

What have I done to this world? If only I would have known this earlier, I would have not agreed to those glowing golden people.

I am sorry for what I have done. Please help this world, Oh Chosen One.

To make things worse, I decided to continue my family line which made the Godens so happy. What do they know that I do not? They are playing a sick game of chess with the world… or maybe just me and they can see the next ten hundred years played out. Will I ever be able to get out of this world? Will it ever go back to a peaceful and pleasant time without the war between the supernatural world of witches and beasts in which I started? Why did I do this? This is all my fault.

To make things worse I have lost a sense of who I was. I started to become the people that I hate.

I sit back and watch as the Godens play with people, for every time I try to interfere, I die and get to start off in a new country where my mistake has spread to. Every time I interfere another curse comes about. I guess you can really lose yourself when you seem to be reliving the same day repeatedly. I do hope that this time when I interfere… that it will be a way for this world to cleanse of this mess.

But to anyone who reads this. Do not trust those hints of golden light or anything golden. It is them trying to make you join their sick, twisted game. They are not safe. They are the devil playing as a role of a god.

Part of me wants to warn you, but the other part wants this to end. So, I am sorry to have to do this to you, but you are the chosen one that can stop this war between the witches and the beasts. I am sorry. I write to you in hopes you can change things. You are the Chosen One. Help us to get a better life. Help us to have a family and friends.

I sign off hopefully the last time as I start a new life after a life of becoming a mother. I hope for a conclusion and a happy time for those that I am related to. A happy time for all that I those that I have affected because of one stupid move. I lay here on my deathbed and see those twisted, sinister Demons smiling down to me. I will see you again, Godens.

-M