For the years of the First World War, Rain stood at the sidelines; a faceless shadow at the back of the crowd. Like Death, she had watched the faces of the dying who called out for a God that would not answer.

     When the conflict had quelled, the hate continued to boil beneath the surface. The years did not heal the pain that many humans carried in their hearts and it was only a matter of time before the Second War began. 

Why wouldn't the fighting stop? 

    Not far away from where she slept, a deep rumble suddenly trembled the earth. A mortar had exploded. It rose from a void of silence, resonating for several long moments before it died away into stillness. 

     Rain opened her eyes. A glowing red gaze stared into the consuming black peace of her coffin. If it weren't for the hunger, she would have stayed in the safety of her dark resting place forever, away from the world. She wanted somehow to block out the outside from her thoughts but it was impossible. The far-away scent of spilled blood filled her nostrils. It overwhelmed her senses and she couldn't break away from its grip on her mind.