Crawling out of my grave, one memory at a time.

From the darkest depths of my family's ruins I found a god.Raven black hair and smug smirk stretched across his face.

He held out his hand for me to grasp onto.He helped me to my feet and planted a  tender kiss upon my forehead.

He asked me to follow him into my childhood home,a worrying expression on his face.

There stood my beaten mother with my bastard father looming over her.I wanted to  go after him and take him to the ground.

Just as I took my first step I found myself on in my old bedroom with a pen and notebook in hand.My guide asked me to cast my spell posthaste.

I nodded and began to write with tears in my eyes and rage in my heart.With every word I could feel something beginning to take hold of my hand.

The hand of my guide had taken control of my own, feverishly jotting down every thing I've ever wanted to say to those around me.

When I was finished my notebook caught alight,flames licking at my hands and face without burning me up as well.

I blinked and found myself standing next to what used to be a house, at that moment It had become an infinite blaze.

I looked at my guide who was looking at me with a smile on his face.He informed me that we had just destroyed the shell now we must kill what lies within it.