This is the first time I'll be publishing several chapters all at once. I'm nervous. Let's begin.

Prologue

The wind blows,

its breezes cold

the dark shape stares,

thinking to when she cared

Cared about her life,

her days of rife:

she could almost imagine

what could have happened

in those times before she knew

the path of few

She stares, her eyes blank

lile the fog above the water that the creatures drank

and now she sits down,

no smile or frown,

just a mysterious expression,

with more questions

than the stars can hold

in those skies with treasures of gold

she bids you closer:

giving no poseur

because they will know

in the light before cold

before the lights fade out

and there is only doubt

"Come," she says,

like she always does;

the secrets are out

before they shadow the route

Come with me, into the dark,

for you shall be the spark