Prologue

That night. Something terrible happened that night. The world cringed as the sky erupted. Was there any warning? Any sign from the Gods, any whisper as to the looming darkness that would soon grip the world in perpetual night?

I was there. There were no signs, there was nothing, and I remember it all. It found me, through impossible odds; it found me in the void. It found me alone burrowed too deep in despair for the warnings to penetrate. I stared at it, questioned it: now what?

The whispers reached my ears, it filled me with sudden ecstasy. It told me the secret of it all, and I fell into it, into the truth. There was no warning. Just one more glimpse of light before I consumed it all from depths of souls, souls of mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons; no soul was left untainted, not even my own.

No one was ready. I was not ready. It choose me, and in one brilliant flash of light, it intervened, it grasped at my body, clung tightly, and then it was gone. Everything was gone. I tried to scream. The noise blinded me as it left my lungs. I just gave into it. The light, the void, the darkness.

That night. That night the sky lit up.