The void. The infinite blackness of oblivion. This is where our story begins. In this realm of lost souls, a sort of hell in the elysian eternity, the remnants of the lives of so many await salvation. However, not all souls are purged so easily.

Air fills my lungs as I awake from my slumber, face down in a patch of soil. Every inch of my body is covered in burns and filthy cuts. I try to catch my breath as I take in the surrounding scenery. The ground is cold and damp with dew. Needles of sunlight penetrate through the trees, illuminating the moss covered forest floor.

I hear a name call to me; a girl's voice, possibly in her teenage years. It sounds distant and dampened, but I can make out one word.

"... Ash…"

"... Ash… You must awaken…"

Ash. Is that my name? Who am I? Who is this girl talking to me?

She speaks again. "Ash. You must get up."

I get up on my elbows and right myself. "Where… am I?"

"You are in the Forest of Awakening. You have been sent here by the Elysium for a certain task."

"What do you mean? What task? Who are you?"

"My name is Ahlai. I am a sacred bow, much like the blades of Elysium. You, Ash, are my master."

I get to my feet and stare at the glowing bow before me. The markings on the side are glowing a light blue. I ask Ahlai, "Why should I trust you? Why can't I remember anything?"

"That is all for another time, Ash. For now, take my grip."

I reach out, hesitating for a moment before gripping the handle.

As me and Ahlai begin our journey, my mind swirls with questions. Why am I here? Who was I? Why was I, of all people, chosen by the Elysium? Soon, however, I shall get some insight.