The Lumenfall: Ashes of The Aeoncore
—Prologue
They said she fell from the sky. Wrapped in silence, blanketed by snow, her body was found in the heart of a frozen forest—breathing, but still. Alive, but hollow. No name. No trace. No past.
She doesn't know why she was born without any memories—like they just vanished. Without a purpose, she keeps walking, doesn't know where to go. Fortunately, there were some people that still had a heart to be kind to her. Even though she's just an ordinary human, weak, but at least for now.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, the air around her would hum—soft and mournful, like a lullaby sung by something ancient, something mourning its child. And she'd wake up with ash on her fingertips. But there were no fires.
She wandered around without direction. Like a kid who got lost in the middle of society, stuck, and can't go anywhere. Staying in the middle while thinking about her next step.
She would sit for hours, staring into the midnight sky that was filled with sparkling stars. Her eyes stared at it without needing a soul. Letting her mind be devoured by her own deep thoughts, imagining things that she knew wouldn't come true. But yet—still praying for it to come true.
Like a darkness searching for the light. Trying to reach for it. Even though she knows she will fall a thousand hundred times. She still risks her life for it.
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She used her bare, small feet to walk on the cold pavement. She only follows footprints until they eventually vanished. Because this place is unfamiliar for her.
Her body shivers as the wind struck her skin, yet she doesn't dare to scream for help. She doesn't know how.
Oh how cruel it is to see a little girl walking alone in this blizzard. No one even dare to place an eye for her, because everyone already in their own shelter.
The only one who place an eye on her is only herself. She looks on her hands where her fingers were too numb to curl,
She saw a little girl around her age. Smiling so widely with a laughter muffled behind knitted sweater. Even her mother hold her ever so tightly to resemblence a family.
Did she had a family?
She doesn't even remember anything about herself. All that she knows that she need to find a safe place where the wind is no longer cutting through her thin fabric.
The other girl paused as she noticed something on the corner of her eyes. But as she turned her head—the girl who's bearing the cold has already gone.
She walks toward the thick glass that separated her from the outer world, even the cold could be felt as she puts her hand on the glass.
"Mother," she said.
"Yes, darling?"
A pause.
"What does it felt to be outside there?"
Then her mother for the first time fallen hesitated and couldn't answer her daughter's question.