Author's Notes:

I just want to say really quickly that I'm sorry if this seems a little rushed. I just had very little to work with during this Prologue. I also wanted to add a new villain into the mix, as these new movies always tend to do so.

I mean, Sunset had no identity until the movie, The Dazzlings had no place until the movie came out , and even Abacus Cinch from Friendship Games was a nobody until the movie finally came out.

Just be aware, that this is NOT the actual plot of the movie. Moreso, it's my idea on what could happen when it finally comes out. There will be no spoilers on anything, and I will be working solely on what we know about it so far, and that's that the girls go camping, try to save Camp Everfree and the forest, and meet the mysterious Gloriosa.

Enjoy!

In the darkness of night, six men armed with flashlights and batons rushed through the endless forest, barking commands at each other as they ran. All dressed in navy blue clothes with a logo patched onto their right shoulders, there was almost nothing distinguishable between the six of them.

The emblems on their clothes depicted a skull with an etheric blue light shining in both eye sockets, with a foreboding aura around the skull itself. Laid around it was a desolate world with nothing more than dust, rocks, and howling wind. Underneath it was a name. "Miasma De-Forestation Co."

The treetops rustled as a figure leapt between the leaves. They were moving so fast and were masked by the lack of light that it was almost impossible to make out who they were.

The chase went on for five minutes until the men in pursuit came to a clearing. A wide circle of trees now surrounded the uniformed security forces as they ran into the middle of the ring and stopped when the rustling shifted from one tree to another. They thought that their target was trying to escape throughout the whole process, until a little chuckle could be heard coming from the leaves.

"You know, for being Treekillers, you're giving me a lot of fun, boys," the voice was female and sounded laid-back. "Making me break a sweat, which isn't really normal for me—especially on a cool night like this."

"Whoever you are, stand down and come back with us immediately!" One of the guards pulled out his baton and made a combat gesture.

"Why?" the girl asked. "Is Miasma gonna be saddy-waddy if I don't?"

"This isn't a joke, girl!" A second guard pulled his own baton out of his belt. "Ms Miasma is very upset with your actions, and she's giving a promotion and raise to the guard who can bring you back to her!"

"Aww. How cute." The girl swung from the low-hanging branches; her face still obscured by the shadows of the trees. "Well, I'm not going back to that wretched place. Rather, I'm gonna ask you cuties to deliver a message to the big, bad wolf in charge." After a while, she landed and pulled out a number of stones that were tied to strings. "Something is going to fall tonight" —She launched them at the guards, smirking as they tied themselves around the feet of the men and forced them to fall over— "but it won't be my precious trees!

"Tim-ber!" She joked before darting back into the depths of the overgrowth before the guards could get themselves free from their constricts.

It only took fifteen seconds for the guards to get free from the bolas, but once they got up, the mysterious girl was long gone, and the trees now stood still. The only thing that remained of her was her laughter echoing on the wind, but even that was not enough to pinpoint the direction she took.

One of the guards slammed the ground with his fist, groaning with clenched teeth before he grunted and stood back up. He then pulled out a walkie-talkie, pressed the button and brought it to his face.

"This is Apothecon Three to Queen Chupacabra," he said. "The target got away, but we did get some valuable information. The one who trashed your site this evening was a girl."

"A girl?" A raspy female voice came from the box. "Report back to the site at once, and bring your men as well," she said. "I will deal with you all once you return."

"Roger. Apothecon Three signing off." He put the walkie-talkie away before he followed the footsteps back to where he came, with his allies following closely behind.

The girl who had been fleeing from the men was now running on the ground, her breathing heavy as she leapt over roots and swung on the vines that barely touched the streams below. She was wearing an orange sleeveless skirt with a tiny green belt around her stomach. Her feet were covered by hand-carved wooden shoes with carvings of different shapes and sizes. Her hair was half-pink and half rose, with a fringe concealing her forehead. Her last feature were her green eyes that shimmered in the moonlight.

She eventually came to a hole in the ground, stopped in her tracks and looked down. She took a deep breath, clapped her hands together, and dived straight into it, landing gracefully in the small – yet deep – pool of water at the bottom, with a small stretch of land nearby when she resurfaced.

"Well, that was fun if I do say so myself." She chuckled and shook like a dog to get the excess water off of her. "But seriously. If that's all that Miasma has to throw at me and my friends, then I don't think we've got anything to worry about."

She found a spiral staircase that portruded out of the walls and climbed it all the way to the top. It took her five minutes, and she was well and truly out of breath when she made it, but she finally finished her ascent and was greeted with a truly dazzling sight.

The girl was now at the treetop, which had a roof made of leaves to protect her from the rain. In front of her was an opening to the branches around the top, giving her a clear view of most of the forest. She could see for miles around, including a place that was now governed by black and yellow machines with bright lights. She scoffed at the steel constructs before climbing up one more flight of stairs –much shorter than the one she had just scaled – and found a bed that had been crafted out of logs and leather, with bedsheets made entirely out of leaves with a simple pillow gently nestled by the headrest.

"Well. It was fun while it lasted, but now I think it's time I get some shut-eye." She climed into the bed, pulled the leaves over her body, and laid her head down on the white pillow. "I wanna see just how good Miasma's goons are when they can acutally see me..."

The six men walked into a large office with a single desk at the far end of it. They all gulped and approached the desk, hearing the door slam shut behind them. The sudden noise caused them to yelp and jump backwards before they recomposed themselves.

"You know, my company has never had failures before, gentlemen." The female voice from before was more sultry as an arm was flexed out to the right side of the chair, which had been turned to face away from the staff. "This disappointing performance you have put on cannot be overturned, regardless of whatever pleas you may throw at me."

"We didn't know she was armed!" One of the men spluttered, throwing his arms out. "Just please give us another chance, Ms Miasma!"

"No. If I did, that would encourage you to believe that I just give out mercy willy-nilly." Miasma turned to face the men, but her face was still blotted out by the light illuminating the men. "You are not my children, you are my workers. And disobedience will be punished."

"No, please! We'll do anything!" Another guard fell to his knees. "We'll give you all of our earthly possessions, sell our houses and give you the money, ANYTHING!"

"Do you know what a miasma even is?" She stood up from the chair and tapped a button on the side, causing a console of buttons to rise up from the edge she had been sitting by. Silence fell for a few minutes before she hunched herself over the buttons. "No. I didn't think so."

"Wh-what are you d-doing?!" A guard quivered as he watched one of Miasma's fingers hang over a big red button in the middle of the board.

"Allow me to educate you..." She pushed the button and leaned towards the light, revealing a woman in her fourties with a red pair of glasses, white hair, and a devilish grin.

All of a sudden, a trapdoor opened up below the six men, causing them to fall screaming into the gaping chasm where the floor once stood. They cascaded down a wide shaft before they took another drop; one that sent them straight into the heart of a colossal garbage incinerator, where they were quickly swallowed by the great pillar of flame.

Back in the office, the trapdoor closed, and Miasma turned towards the window that overlooked part of a massive city with smog rising from the factories that hung on the outskirts. From her position, she could faintly make out people coughing as they took in the fumes and almost choked on them.

"Svengallop!" Miasma shouted over to a man dressed in a suit, with ginger hair. She watched him nearly trip over as he came up to the desk. "Have we met the quota on the destruction that miserable forest?"

"Almost, Ms Miasma," Svengallop rubbed the back of his neck and darted his eyes all across the room. "The only thing that's stopping us is that stupid little girl. Why, if she hadn't been there to destroy our machines, we would've been done by now!"

"Don't hamper me with excuses! Give me results!" Miasma slammed her hands on the desk before returning her finger to the console. "Or would you rather suffer the same fate as those that I lay off?"

"N-No!" Svengallop's knees were knocking as he looked his boss in the eyes. "I'll have my men bring in twice as many logging machines! You'll have that forest shredded by the end of the week!"

"You'd better, Sven." Miasma tapped the side button, watching as the console vanished back into the desk. She then turned her back to him and walked over towards the window. "Our world has to evolve. This city is getting more and more polluted by the day," she said. "If that forest isn't torn down by one to midnight this Sunday, you can kiss your job, your family, and your precious benefits goodbye!"

"But, my family needs the money and priviledges we get to survive!" Sven shouted, then lowered his brows. "You wouldn't dare!"

Miasma got right in his face, her reflection visible in his diluted pupils as she glared at him. "Try me, Svengallop..." she said menacingly.

"I'll get right on it, Ms Miasma." He swallowed before running out of the office as fast as he could.

Miasma scoffed at his exit and pulled out two different stacks of paper. One was shown for the bankruptcy of Camp Everfree, nestled within the forest; and another one had over fifty-thousand signatures for the destruction of the forest, signed by everyone in the city beneath her.

"Irksome little trees! They're getting in the way of our glorious new world!" Miasma stood up once again and walked over towards a table where darts had been place in a cup. She picked one up and aimed it at a dartboard where a picture of the forest had been put in place of the bullseye. "I'll cut them down one way or another. Branch by branch!" She launched one dart which hit dead centre. "Leaf by leaf!" She shot a second dart which also hit the centre of the board. "And no matter who or what gets in my way, they will NOT stand against me! Ms Miasma the Third!" She launched one final arrow which joined the other two in the centre of the dartboard.