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PROLOGUE: SHADES OF FEAR
A chilly wind howled through the dark night. A tall Shade lifted his head, his eyes red like blood. His face was terribly strained and he was forced to bow to a man. The man was weaver of the magic strong enough to hold a Shade.
The Shade blinked his eyes in surprise. Shades were stronger than a hundred men clubbed together. So how could the man control him? The man smiled slowly and held the Shade's neck with his hand. He icily said, "You are a strong lad. Stronger than any I have created. There's nothing special about you, it's just the spirits that hold you. But still you deserve something."
The man lifted his finger towards the sky. A lightning bolt shot out of his finger. Two Shades rushed out of the jungle that surrounded them. Whatever they carried was securely wrapped a silver cloth. They kneeled in front of the man, presenting to him the object they carried, and in unison and whispered, "My Lord. Here is the…..object you wished." The Lord was mused with their symbol of respect but didn't show it. He picked up the object and opened the silver clothing. In his hand lay an illuminated silver stone, a silver dragon egg.
He gave a quick glance at the Shades. The Shades hurried away. Then he started reciting a complex incantation. It was a thundering spell instead of a beautiful like that of elves. The air around the egg shimmered and vibrated. The spell continued for a long time and finally he ended the spell. The lord looked at the egg and turning towards the Shade, who was still subdued, said, "That should be enough. The dragon is strong and will surely hatch for you."
The force restraining the Shade lifted off. The soul inside the Shade burned with rage but was well controlled by the spirits. He didn't want to be a Shade, he was made one. The last voice of the soul inside the Shade was crushed. An evil smile crept the face of the Shade. He looked at the sky and roared, "Our name is Razal."
The Lord looked satisfied and said in an ordering voice, "Hurry up! My patience bares thin."
The Shade looked at the silver dragon egg carefully and placed a hand over it. It was a rough one with veins all around it. Suddenly there was a movement in the egg. A crack appeared over it, then two. With a crackle the egg shattered and a curled silver dragon stood in the shambles. The Shade placed his right hand on the silver dragon. A blast of icy energy surged into his hands and raced up his hand, burning in his hollow veins like liquid fire. The shade gave out a loud shriek. An iron clang filled his ears, and he a heard soundless scream of rage. Every part of his body seared with pain. Finally it stopped.
The Shade looked at his right palm. Marked upon it was a diffused white oval. The Lord took his hand and led him out of the place, the dragon held firmly in hands. They swept through the jungles and went into another clearing. But this one was huge. Hundreds of people crowded. The Shade looked at the people clearly and sniffed, "Shades".
The Lord beamed with a smile and with a voice richly scorned and imbued with power said," Behold the thousand Shade army and be their sole Rider."