Prologue

Fire pouring from the sky. People running for their lives, screaming in pain. There, at the top looking down on everything, was HER. She laughed as people died at her feet and cried for penance, mercy at least, but none was received. Her eyes just stared down at at them with a smile of death within them.

In the mites of this all, a prophecy was born as two newborn babies, twins. They would be sent to a safe place. Where and when the time comes they would return and defeat Her, with the help of those close to them. SHE heard of this and, in her rage, tried to stop it.

The babies were on their way to a better land, when the attack came about and the artier was killed. The leader of this following ran to the crying infants as SHE came came crashing down upon him; injured he grabbed one child and, in pain, had to leave the other.

He looked back as he entered the door to safety and watched in horror as the baby boy, that was left behind, was being cooped up by HER and cried in her arms. There was another cry he could hear, that of the child in his own arms. "Sh little one," he said softly,"you will see your brother again."