"It was in times like these, the world had finally came to an end to be redesigned. Humanity and Earth was erased, leaving a blank, white canvas and one creature.  This creature had no known name, but some say he had recreated humanity with his one paintbrush and vivid colors. He created humanity with every single drop of passion he had in him until his masterpiece was complete. 'Humans, Dreams, and Nightmares shall live in harmony.' He had said. That was then and only then in his last moments, he had realized that..... His Nightmare children were hated, for they had been created before the others. Filled with pity, his last wish is for his son to help the Nightmares. His son, Dew, had also been a Nightmare, and he felt a burning hatred in his stomach. He grabbed his fathers tools and spent years creating three realms for Nightmares. The first one was the Spirit realm, where elder Nightmares went if they were not feared anymore or if they gave up on trying to scare kids more. The second was the Nightmare realm, where modern feared Nightmares lived. And lastly was the Forbidden realm, where the dangerous, deadly Nightmares went, caged and out into labor to keep them from leaving the realm. But four have made it out, three casting themselves across every realm that has been made, but one had stayed here, slowly taking over the Nightmare realms. But he has never been seen since...."

"Vinnie? Vinnie! Are you listening?" The teacher growled, slapping the yard stuck lightly on the demon girls fluffy dark brown hair. "Huh? What? Yeah, um, I.....I definitely wasn't dozing off during your awesome history lesson." Vinnie quickly said, purple eyes gleaming with the white hearts sparkling inside. Some classmates of hers snickered and the bell rang. "Remember, class! Study your history for your quiz tomorrow!" The teacher called. Vinnie grabbed her dark green backpack and began to get out of her desk, but the teacher blocked her way. "Vinnie, why do you keep doing this? It is always during the review lesson that you do not pay attention." The teacher asked, one of her eight arms stretching out to put the yard stick down. "Nothing's wrong, Ms.Webb. It's just........" Vinnie trailed off, the white hearts in her eyes beginning to turn grey. "What is it, child?" Ms.Webb asked. "N-Nothing. Forget about it. It's nothing important, really." Vinnie brushed it off, slipping past Ms.Webb.

"What did you do this time?" Marco's metallic voice asked. "Nothing, stop trying to squeeze the answer outta me, robot." Vinnie playfully growled. "You're gonna be late for piano class, Vinnie." Ace, her cat/robot/butterfly, said. "Great....Gotta go Marco, see ya!" Vinnie waved bye to Marco and she ran off to her piano class..

<Timeskip to after cause Prologue's are meant to be short.>

"I'm home." Vinnie muttered as she unlocked the door to her apartment. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see her friend Willow. Her ghostly aura sent faded mist all around the room. "Willow?" Willow looked up from her book and even though her bleeding eyes were wrapped in bandages, Vinnie knew Willow was concerned. "The warlord from your history class lesson is going to strike again in two weeks. we must get to the train and get to Skull City. Your training for this moment has finally come, Vinnie. You can't avoid your destiny." Willow said all at once. "But I can't fight him! I'm not ready yet!" Vinnie objected. Willow shook her head, small flurries of mist going all around the room. "No, Vinnie. this attack will be worse than the minor ones he has done. He has ten hero souls collected from all these years. We must make sure this attack doesn't kill the last hero he needs." Willow said, her voice slightly rising. 

"But..... You know I can't hurt my older brother, Willow.."

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HEEYY Guys! yeah, sorry this isn't in bold or anything, I did this on the computer. hehe...eh....

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hope you liked the Prologue! 

Chao!

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(I'll fix some stuff on this on my iPad so it looks like what I normally do.)