A dark forest, a mysterious man, and a wandering Andon led to no good one midwinter night. Of course, no one, except for the one involved, had the knowledge that this was his surreptitious plan, well, the start of it at least. Behind the backs of others, Andon had found contacts to a person whom he believed withheld the abilities that were required for the other position in this top secret plan. Now, this man knew exactly the thing Andon sought to know: the dark arts.

There was something about winning, no matter what type of winning it was, that made Andon buzz. It was like a rush that he experienced a rush of accomplishment and power that satisfied his inner core. Maybe one had to be as deep as Andon was; maybe you had to be emotionally aware. What ever it was, it was almost impossible for another soul to feel. Through every moment of his life there had always been a part of him that could not be tame or controlled. His master said it would be the destruction of him