Prologue: Misguided Stars
Southern England, some time around 1300 A.D/C.E
Eerie shadows threw themselves upon the wall, flickering silenty, as a lit candle began to illuminate two less than human figures, and the cold stone brick surrounding them. One of the beings threw up a hand in silent signal, and the heavy door looming before them swung outward, horrifying screams, once muffled by the door, now audible; the candle, for a moment flickered dimly as the cold air from the chamber dimmed its glow, and in that instant, the peculiar beings became human.
"After you."
As the figure on the left, the one who signaled, stepped to the side to allow his partner entry, he waved his hand once more, ducking in the chamber quickly as the door shut behind him with a thud.
The ghastly shouting had changed, now, to a distinguishable, fear-fueled mantra, coming from the withered form of an elderly woman laying on a bed.
The man, who seemed to be in charge, for his clothing and manner undoubtedly showed it, approached the woman, walking around the bed to stand by her side. "Mother-"
He was immediately silenced by another scream, followed by the chant, once again. "Fear the boy, the boy with hair of fire. Fear him. Fear him," over and over."
The male turned away, hopeless.
"No."
He turned back, hopeful.
"He has evil in his heart, but he can be guided, and only by you." She looked to the man. "For he is of your blood. Not now. Many years from now, in a far land. There is, however, a danger much... closer to you, Aaron."
At this, she raised her head, first to Aaron, who had by now backed away from her bed, and then to his partner, before collapsing on to the bed, breathing hoarsely.
Aaron looked down at her. "She has clearly been possesed by something. We are finished here. Whatever the stars may have been trying to tell us through her, they are misguided. It is of no matter. Let us leave."
As they exited the room, Aaron paused. He saw something. A flash. A dark blue dragon, with soulless eyes and what could only be described as hair so vibrant, it seemed to be fire itself, staring at him. No. Through him. One word suddenly entered his mind: Evo. He shook his head, and looked down at the crest on his right sleeve, bearing the image of a similar blue dragon.
"Misguided..."
He left the room, the door slamming shut, as the candle was extinguished by the draft of air, pitching the room into darkness, the bloodcurdling screams resuming, then growing silent.