A/N: This is an idea I've had for a short while now, and one I'm finally beginning to figure out enough to the point of actually putting together chapters. This will be different from my other KI works (less lovey-dovey essentially XD) and is also introducing my first OC on this site. Enjoy.

Dark Skies. Rain. Thunder. Lightning. Screaming. It was the normal beginning to a horrible tale.

On the outskirts of a large village was a dense forest of rather unsightly trees and weak, damp soil. The kind of forest that could turn into a swamp with the right amount of rain that just so happened to be falling this night.

A figure was moving frantically to this swamp forest, desperately darting through the one-hundred or so yards separating the village and forest. If there was no rain or booming thunder, one could hear this figure panting and wheezing, sounding like their lungs were about tho fail. But over the sounds of the grim weather, anyone within a mile or so could hear the group of villagers cursing and yelling as they ran after the figure.

"Demon! Wretch! Abomination to all that is holy!"

"Kill it before it spreads its plagues and foulness across the entire world!"

"May Palutena herself hear our pleas to remove this underworld scum from our land!"

The figure just kept moving, it needed to reach the safety of the forest, to be concealed and hidden among the darkened bark and shadow covered area.

Then, the figure was hit, a spear was thrown and lodged into the shoulder, blood trickled down its arm. It screamed and fell, but kept moving, albeit slower. The distance between the mob and the figure lessened, but not enough for them to reach it before it escaped into the forest.

The rain poured harder, and the thunder shook the ground.

"This storm is a sign, a sign that we must end this tonight! Burn the forest and the demon who now rests in it!" One rather burly man yelled upon the crowd reaching the swamp.

"No! We mustn't risk the fire spreading to the village." Another man spoke up. "After the beating we gave it back in the village, there's no way that thing will last through the night. Let the best die and the heavenly power of our Gods take care of the rest."

There were quick murmurs among the group before they decided to leave the figure to its own death and return to their dry, warm homes.

…

The figure was crawling now, and whimpering too, it was covered in mud and dirt, which would only make the now bleeding stab wound on its shoulder worse by morning, if it lived that long.

The crawling slowed down and then the figure stopped, in a patch where the trees didn't reach and the storm could clearly be seen above. The figure rolled onto its back and sprawled its weakened body out. This was it. The end wouldn't be long now.

As a form of sleep began to take over the being, she shut her eyes and let out a frail breath.

"Why….Why me?"

A/N: Sorry for keeping things so obviously secret about just who this character is or why all of this is happening to her, but all will be revealed in time (I also hope I'm not already falling into stereotypical OC stuff lol). Reviews, Criticisms, and Advice is always welcome! See you guys in the next chapter. Gotta Fly!