Prologue
Hermia could now feel the cold wall one her back. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to scream, get anyone's attention, but there was only him. His bright violet eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, inches away from her face. A rough hand bushed her cheek softly, and all her fear dissolved into a light fluttering sensation in her chest. But that flutter quickly froze and filled her lungs with ice. She shuddered. Her knees knocked together as the coldness consumed her. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, but the tears came anyways. "I'm sorry…" Then she flew from the chamber, leaving everything but her secrets.
There were too many secrets...
Too many lies...
And worst of all, Hermia couldn't help but feel that along the way she had caused a series of horrible events to begin...
War.
Death.
And the animation of an evil unlike any ever before in Tortall's history.