Prologue

It all started with fire.

No, that's not entirely true. It started with an unknown plague that appeared out of nowhere and several residents in the small town named, Arkaida, New York, were infected. No one knew how the plague came or how to cure it, much less why it seemed that only infect the residents in Arkaida and not anyone or anywhere else. But the end result was, as one would expect in those kinds of circumstances, that most of the residents died and the few that remained unaffected didn't stay so for long. One by one died and was buried in the ground by those who still were healthy enough to do so. This pattern continued on for about three month when a fire suddenly started in the middle of the night.

Buildings, houses and stores fell and burned to the ground, leaving on ashes in its place, meanwhile the flames quickly snatched away the lives of the rest of the surviving residents. There weren't many survivors left since they were either ill from the plague or unable to leave their loved ones behind, dead or alive, but there was still one survivor in particular that couldn't escape the flames or death no matter how much he wanted to.

Bellamy Blake was lying on the dirty ground with a huge and bloody stab wound to his abdomen that he couldn't recall how it happened and was struggling to breathe and focus on his surroundings. Every breath he took and every small movement he made was excruciating, making him almost wish that he could just die and be done with it, but he was too proud and stubborn to go down that path without a fight. Unfortunately for him, this was the kind of fight that he was bound to lose.

But why bother to fight in order to survive? Bellamy thought. Just as soon as the question struck his mind, his thoughts began spiraling. I'm already dying. And it's not like I have anyone I care enough about or who is worth living for. Not anymore.

His life was a peculiar one, especially his family situation. He never met or knew his father; his mother was a seamstress and forced herself down the path of prostitution in order to support herself and her children. She had become known as the town whore, who slept her way to get what she wanted, which he greatly disapproved of and told her several times for several years to stop, but she refused to do it. Then she got sick with the plague and died shortly afterwards. His younger sister, Octavia, was an inhibited and free-spirited girl with a short temper that had gotten her in a shouting match with him more than once. In fact, the last conversation they had before the fire was about her being so furious with him, practically telling him that he was dead to her. Ironic that those were the last words she ever said to him before she too died by the fire as the rest of the town's people. Your sister – your responsibility, those were the words my mother told me when Octavia was born and I promised to always protect her in return. But I failed. Both of them, and now they are gone. So whom else am I supposed to live for? Octavia meant everything to me, even though we fought like hell these last couple of years, and with her gone there was no one else I cared about. No relatives that knew me or gave a damn about me. No friends since I spent almost all my time taking care of Octavia. I'm alone…

Sadness, fear and loneliness hit him like a freaking fray train. It wasn't enough that his entire world ruined and his loved ones were gone, but now he was going to die alone and without anyone giving a damn about it. And as selfish as it sounded, he didn't want to die, especially when he felt he hadn't accomplished anything in his life that could leave a mark of his existence once he was gone from this world. Selfish…that's what I am. Selfish enough to want to live even though I have nothing to live for.

Lost in his own thoughts with tired eyes that was close to shutting down for good and accept the pain and what were to come next, he almost didn't hear the snapping of a branch just a few feet away from him. Then he heard a young and almost angelic voice asking him, "Do you desire to live?"

He turned in the direction of where the voice was coming from and was shocked to see a young woman just a few years younger than him, possibly just two or three years older than his sister. However that wasn't what made he almost gasp in shock over this girl's sudden and unexplainable appearance.

It was the fact that she looked exactly like his image of a fairytale princess, young and beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin complexion. She was slightly shorter than the normal average height and had a medium to slim physique. So to be blunt, she was probably the prettiest girl he has ever laid eyes on, but then again he was literally dying so his mind might be pulling his leg on that remark.

"If so, make a decision." The girl or the Princess as he mentally called her, walked up to him before went down on her knees and leaned over his body. She examined him like a doctor would do to a patient, but had this gentleness and softness about her that almost made him melt in her hands as her hand carefully caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes, thinking thoroughly over her question for a couple of moments until finally knew the answer to this mysterious Princess. However just as he was about to tell her his answer, his body went totally limb and everything around him vanished and was replaced with darkness. But the last thought that passed his mind was certain. I want to live…

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Hope you guys like the first chapter. I have had some trouble with the idea with this story as well as how to formulate it the way I want it to go. So the reason why I haven't released the story earlier is because there has been a lot of rewritings and idea searching. This genre has proved to be difficult for me in the past, I have only written a couple of them and most of them are one-shots, but I liked the idea and felt to give it another go. Hopefully it will go smoothly.

Also I like to add that there are and will be grammar errors in this story, I had forgotten to mention before, and not a perfect writer and I don't have a Beta to fix it for me (which I have no intention on getting anyways), so if people have issues with that then you just have to live with it, okay? I write and release this mainly to entertain you guys as well release some of my creativity.

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