In the beginning was the word! Ammm ... No. At first there was a flame! ... Hen? No! Egg? NO! NO! NO! ... At first there was pain! A lot of a lot of pain, headaches. As with a mad binge.

The first thing that said our "HERO" "where am I fucking so drunk?"Said a female voice.

Do not open her eyes "Come on, do not mock."The same female voice.

"Dude, that's enough." Still female voice. Rusty Gears start working in her head. 'What the fuck' mentally said.

The deadly, scorching light of the sun brought more pain. "Agh ... who turned on the sun? ... Ass holes!"female voice shout. "You are serious?"

Opening her eyes, the first thing she sees is lush, fiery or blood-copper long hair. Looking and strongly twitching she screamed "AI, what the hell?"

Rust with gear instantly falling freeing out. Allowing how to think in any way. Brought her to panic mode. Crazy got up and looking around. She saw a very conveniently located lake.

Running up and looking at the crystal clear mirror surface, she screamed.

After a minute came the deathly silence, only the birds roared scattering from fear.

She fell unconscious face into the water.

&&&

Waking up again but with less headache, letting her think soberly. She looked around. Having seen a different scene than the first time.

Wooden ceiling. The first thing she saw was a wooden ceiling. "Didn't I fall in the woods?" ... "yeah, still a female voice, what's going on?" in whisper.

The surrounding room consisted of logs. Filled with bunk beds. "The place is cozy, I agree. But how did I get here?" Slowly sitting down and continuing to look around. "I see already late" in spite of the light of the moon passing through the window.

Going to the window. Looking at her reflection. Carefully examining her face. She recognized this face, these eyes of fire, that grinning smile, those pointed teeth. It was the face of a character that HE created all these years ago.

Carefully examining her new body. She grinned. Her body was perfect! Tanned muscles and ass. The hourglass shape. Her breasts are perfectly medium sized, holding a T-shirt. No, not a T-shirt, but a super-lightweight ballistic vest.

Immediately thought occurred to me. "Okay, check." Immediately sending a hand in a thong ... Mmmm, but the thong did not find anything there. Fell into a short panic ... stopping "yes, it is logical for women's things to look like women".

"I certainly like this body, but how did I end up like this?" sitting on the bed and trying to remember.

***

Perhaps it was time to introduce myself. My name is Danil, or so I used to be called before. Now call me Kate. And I will tell you that excessive kindness does not lead to good.

I graduated from the university at the Faculty of Industrial Programming, but I did not go to the specialty, but was engaged in freelancing.

He lived not rich, but enough for life. Although if you look from the side, I earned quite a lot. 'What do Russian programmers like for? They take a little, but they do everything, 'the lecturer said.

Maybe abroad is not much, but I did not complain. As the saying goes, ,'From the world on a thread - a shirt for naked.'.

Once out in the store for groceries, yes, for groceries. If it were not for an empty refrigerator, I would not get out of the hole in such a cold. Minus forty as in any way.

I would like to go by car, but this bastard did not start! I had to stomp on foot.

An old woman was sitting on the way to the store by the wall. She asked for alms and seemed to warm herself from the lighter. I did not have cash only card. I went by.

Buying products I was ashamed. I saw an ATM. And took some cash. For me, a little, but she can finally eat well.'From the world on a thread - a shirt for naked.'.

And here she is on my way. I wanted to quickly quit and get through. I threw money into the mug and immediately stopped. I could not move. I was scared. Out of the corner of my eye I see her stretching out her arms. I turned around.

What I took to be a flame lighter ... in general, it is not. It was a flaming ball.

The flame was so dense that it seemed to flow like water.Burning like a furnace of hell. When I began to peer, the fire started to burn brighter than before. He liked the way I look. This is the most beautiful thing I have seen.

The ball itself was flawlessly black. It seemed that it absorbs light like a black hole, I swear I could see the event horizon. He called me.

The old woman said, "This is yours! I see you have a good soul. Do good and it will return."

I watched. I wanted to take fire, but could not. "This is yours, you need it more," as I said it, the flame kindled more strongly, almost completely absorbing the hands of the old woman, without burning. She did not pay attention. She looked only at me.

Flames blazing like hell. The snow was burning around us. I wanted to take it. The fire itself wanted me to take it. He was reaching out to me.

She said "take it, don't be afraid."

I could not look away. I reached out. The sprout of fire has already touched my arm. It was not painful, even pleasant. He calmed my fears. He became everything I wanted. I'm lost in the fire.

Flame said "touch."

I reached closer, my hand burning. I was not afraid.

"shed and light the way in the darkness" and the old woman pushed the ball into my hand. I was in pain. Terrible pain. I burned alive. No passerby paid attention to the scene unfolding against the wall of the store.

I was in the creation when I saw my bones burn. I screamed. I immediately rushed into a snowdrift, and he immediately melted and evaporated.I rolled on the ground. I was burning. I was burning down.

Everything turned black! And I heard the same voice just younger, he said "light the way."

***

"Yeah, not a pleasant memory." I said sitting on the bed and looking out the window.

"Hah, memories with a twinkle," I said, with a stupid smile, showing dual top fangs.

"Wait a minute, am I dead?" checking the window "why is it summer outdoors? Where am I?"

"I didn’t check if there were any things when I woke up! I hope the one who found me took everything that was with me." searching everything around, under the bed.

"Backpack! Wow" Really camouflage army backpack. Kate is embroidered on it. "I hope this is mine.".

Opening the backpack "oh, the laptop is" yawning "I think today is enough."

"good night to me"

Author's Note

Prologue is over. Kate is sleeping.What will happen when she wakes up?
Try to guess where she got.

Yes, a little, but this is my first experience.
And from you I expect objective criticism. And some help and support (moral of course).
Help me improve!