Vol. 2 Chapter 3: Episode

A thick fog covered the desolate woodlands outside the capital of South Britain, New London. As fireflies huddled around the tall grass and leaves, beneath the surface of the forest hid a small cottage made of ordinary wood and metal sheets.

As the roosters sang their morning hymn, one of the people inside got up their bed and went outside the house. She yawned as she approached an open campfire where the flames of yesterday disintegrated the little twigs it had left.

She spaced out for a few seconds before kneeling in front of the campfire. The ground beneath it covered in ashes which reflected the silver-coloured hair of the lady as she gently placed her hand on one of the twigs, burned to a crisp.

After yawning one last time, her red eyes started to glow as the surrounding ground around her start to vibrate. As the chicken called once more, the twig began to take back its original shape and size, not only that but also with the other twigs inside the campfire. Slowly regenerating a