Chapter 0: Prologue

"Go follow your fate and you may get the salvation you seek, boy," the little girl with a black skirt said to Henry.

When the Earth and the Sky didn't accept the poor soul anymore when the boy had no idea why the world hated him so much.

The boy was lost, losing his memories about his past life and why he couldn't reincarnate to the next life.

He only knew his name, Henry.

He wasn't even sure how old he was when he died.

He was a ghost, he had no shadows. He had nobody.

He walked and walked, endless.

Darkness followed him, clueless and deafening.

Help. No one.

No answer.

He hoped the grim reaper would come and get his soul, the destiny to the afterworld was so much better than being a lowly ghost.

"You're not in our list," one of them used to say, even the angel of death couldn't help him. Not even when he surrendered himself to them.

Not acceptable.

He couldn't eat, he couldn't smell or touch anything.

He lived in a living hell.

Lonely. In a pit full of loneliness. 

Nobody noticed him, nobody listened to his cries.

"Are you an angel?" he asked the little girl who took him to the neighbourhood. The little girl smiled, a soft smile as if she could finish all of his problems.

"I'm not."

"I can't help or save you," she said, oddly Henry knew this girl wasn't the answer he sought.

"But I can lead you to someone who can help you go through this and perhaps getting an answer along the way."

He had met a grim reaper, another ghost, even a demon but this girl gave an odd vibe. He felt she was leading him to the right path, something he desperately tried to find.

"I'm just helping you find the end of your lost thread," she added, "follow your heart and you may get the answer."

Before Henry could ask more, the girl vanished right before the boy's eyes.

Maybe she was what people called deities.