Prologue

Twilight, the time between Light and Dark, he thought it was a very appropriate time. The perfect analogy for his work, light with dark, good with bad, all to one purpose. He stood on a balcony on the outer edge of the pier, the city of Atlantis trailing out behind him. He would control it… or destroy it; he had not yet decided which. He smiled, his face made it seem a cruel, harsh thing. Revenge would be his, soon. Very soon…