Prologue:
A figure walked across the marble floor, attempting to keep their footsteps as quiet as possible, a book clutched in their arms as they sat down in a chair and emitted a sigh as they took the weight off their feet. They took the book from their arms and opened it. The figure looked up at the body lying in the bed, the steady beep of machines showing she was still clinging to life. But cancer was a killer. It just took it's time. 'I know you can hear me.' they said to the sleeping person as they smiled at her. 'I've brought you something. You always loved this story.' his voice cracked with emotion as he tried to stave off the flood of tears at the thought of the inevitable.
"Once there stood a land. Sealed away for the good of others. Deep in the shadows there lay a being. Once capable of controlling beings born from light. Once a fool came, seeking life for one that had been driven into death's clutches; a cursed one. The fool took it upon himself, for the Deceiver had spoken to him, to go out and break the binds that held the demon to the land. In return the demon would bring back she who had fallen into death's clutches. The Fool accomplished his task and the demon was set free. But, before the Deceiver had the chance to escape his prison, others arrived to halt the demon's evil plan; knights in shining armour bound the beast once again to the land and vanquished the Fool to oblivion. Being sure that none could enter the land again, the temple was sealed and eternal guardians were placed to watch over it. The heroes were always remembered for their courage and valour in the face of evil. Now their descendants watch and wait, protecting the world should this evil ever try and rise again. They watch and wait. As does the demon; Dormin."
He stopped reading and looked up. 'You always loved that, didn't you? Knights in shining armour, coming to save you from deepest darkness. Sleep, sweet angel.' he leant forwards and brushed a loose strand of her hair back before turning to leave.
Footsteps leaving the hospital.
Headlights.
A screech of tires.
The thump of a corpse.
A cloud passed over the moon. Shadows covered the street. The driver turned his back. The cloud left the moon. A disembodied shadow stood over the body. They reached out and touched his heart. A gasp. A cry of pain. The corpse awoke.
We will be free...