Ozorne Returns

by Stories-have-souls

For ten years, ever since the Immortals War, Tortall and its neighbours have enjoyed peace. But when Ozorne is raised from the dead, Tortall's most important inhabitatants have their lives thrown into turmoil.

1. Prologue

Prologue

I floated through oblivion, the darkness no longer a colour to my eyes. Darkness was my life.

I felt nothing, I heard nothing, I saw nothing, yet I thought. My mind was a powerful thing, unmarred by my passage into Death.

The Black God would not take me-no realm would, save for the Chaos Realms, and with Uusoae's imprisonment, that was impossible.

I was a rejection of life itself, despised by all. The darkness was my only friend. Time pitied me too; it slipped past quick, but not so quick that I could not dwell on matters not laid to rest.

My hate, my thirst for revenge, grew. I tortured my mind with this bitter emotion, caged, unable to ignore the stings inflicted upon me all those years ago.

Each moment of this hell, each moment I existed, a word, a name, throbbed in my mind.

"Daine."