Prologue: It's only the beginning (Revised) It was a cold breezy night. With the stars shining bright in the pitch black sky.  It seemed like such calming scenery but the tension in the air couldn't even be cut by a knife.           There, near the cliff was a little girl hanging on for dear life desperately trying to pull herself up.  Her attempts started to seem more and more futile as she seemed to lose her grip. Until, someone grabbed her hand. She had looked up with hope in her eyes to see who caught her but was soon filled with fear.           This person... their presence did not feel inviting. They were wearing a mask in which she had seen once before and yet she couldn't put her finger on it. All she knew was that they definitely were not here to protect her. She struggled, thrashed, and scratched to get away from them. It was obvious the masked figure was becoming tired of her recklessness and blew firey dust her way. The girl soon became woozy, but right before it took full affect she too