Phoenix
Chapter 1
In the darkest corner of the slum known as Baldío, a flame crackled. Too small to even be called a fire, the flame indeed cast a faint glimmer upon the darkness, scarcely illuminating a woman with a black arm. Her weary eyes flickered with the flame, scouring the darkness that enveloped her. To wake, to sleep. Such lines blur in a domain of shadow. Even in a dream, those of lost faith must fight to survive. The shadows around the woman seemed to stir and whisper, covering the land far into the distance. Yet the darkness felt so close.
