Prologue

I stand with power in hand in glory in the other we cannot be without each other.

The strength that flows through my veins and burns upon my skin is painful and delightful.

I want it and desire it but shall I take it. The power calls me it knows me but does not fear me.

A chance to be what I wanted be is hard to ignore and forget and yet I feel it drawing me in and holding me in place as it washes over my face.

I see it I hear it calling me to the source I wonder whether it speaks the truth.

I do not know which way to turn or whether this something I have earned.

It burns me now and shines so bright I can see all kinds of things in this unnatural light.

It spreads across my body and runs along the skin as it makes its way in. I feel it like a wave washing away despair and uncertainty is this power right for me.

It feels like dread as I'm haunted by the voices of the dead.

I shall take the power and let what ever comes my way get me as I look and truly see.

I stand here wondering what has become of me, is my life really meant to be like this. Since I was a boy when my father spoke of power and money I listened intently. I wanted such power and I wanted the riches. I felt invincible when I was human formidably but I knew that it was foolish to feel as such. I could still die and I could feel pain but I felt as if no one could beat me.

I was always able to outwit my opponents on the chess board and in life I knew their moves even before they made them and I could make them go where I wanted them to go. I could put such fear into the hearts of my enemies and those that try to cheat me. I would bath in their anguish and fear and enjoy it with succulent delight that would make me feel whole, I wanted to show them the power and might that I had so then I could crush them with the heel of my shoe.

But I changed I know why I did but did I really want to. My family and my friend in many ways could see what I was. My mother tried to find out what was wrong with me by asking me endless questions and she would send me to psychiatrists. They believed they could get into my head and understand what I was but they couldn't and they wouldn't even though I spoke to one of them. The man was foolish believe that he was making progress when actually it was a setback. My friends old and new helped me changed to become nice, a word that I did not care for.

I learned the difference between right and wrong even though I followed my on rules and my own ideas of what was good and what was bad. I never once killed when it came to making and following a plan there may have been injuries but never murder.

One of my friends a delightful woman with a fiery temper and a different species to I became my friend and her name was Holly Short. She was probably the one who changed me the most, she reformed me into something I never would have expected to be and yet the unexpected expectation came into reality. Then there was Butler my Bodyguard, my friend, my brother and a father figure to me. He was the one who technically raised me and cared for me, he changed me mentally and physically to become what I never believed was possible. I was once skinny and useless in a fight. I was the one with the idea they were the ones that would follow it. However since the last ventures that we had gone on that had changed now when ever it came to trouble I could act out my on plan where none of my friends but I would feel pain.

I have other friends beneath the surface as well Foaly the technical computer genius, Mulch the eater and gas propelled projectile, No.1 the magical and personal dictionary warlock, Qwan the ancient teacher of the ways of old and once a statue in which birds would fire upon as they flew across the sky. Then there was doodah day the mad driver and Minerva the young French genius and selfish child.

They all mean a lot to me, my friends and my family. My mother, my father and my brothers Myles and Beckett I cannot lose them and what I once wanted what I hungered for those years ago I now fear, I do not fear gold but the hold of power. I do not want it and yet is still comes for me. I can feel it I can see it and I wish I did not understand it.