Prologue: Lost in Time
So long.
So dark.
So cold.
It was always cold. Crystal cold.
Sleeping on a bed of ice was nothing compared to this – and he wasn't even asleep. They just thought he was.
That was their first mistake.
They had caught him, bound him, captured him and hidden him away from the world. Locked away in his own private cell, a room just big enough for him to exercise and that was it; they never forgot he was there, never forgot his threat. He guessed that was nice of them. He never forgot they were there either. He never forgot who had betrayed him.
That was their second mistake.
For though he was hidden from the world, the world was not hidden from him. And so he was able to set the simplest of plans in motion. Simple was always best.
Now all he needed was someone to help him.
