Prologue – Tale of a Fallen: Absence of Light
In the age of darkness, a lone wizard sought power. Power that had no peer, to rule the world... And even enough to destroy it. His cause was vast, people flocked to join him whether because they admired his prowess or were simply cowards who wanted to save their own hides I do not know. But I do know this: I am one of those who joined him; Not because I admired him, nor because I feared him. But for the sake of my own family.
No price can be paid to ensure the safety of my family, of my mother, and of my brother Damian. But the path I chose, is no doubt the path I must take. I had no regrets... At the time...
I was criticised for joining the Black Mage, others grew resentful of me as well. Whenever I was seen by others, they hid in fear, cursing me for who I am and who I had become. Of course I ignored their childish rumours and hateful stares. But one can only take so much.
Even though I pledged my service to him as a human, remaining in his shadow twisted my appearance, giving me wings that I could achieve flight with, dying my skin to a ghostly pale white. Regardless of this, I perservered.
Eventually I rose through the ranks, word of my proficiency in battle attracted the attention of my dark masters and I was "destined for greatness" according to my superiors. Sometimes I wondered why, but the many campaigns I participated in prevented me from dwelling on it for too long.
My name is Nihilus. And this is my story.