Prologue/Chapter #1

It smelled like old, sweaty, feet on a hot Mid-Summer day. It reeked so bad that no one ever wanted to come down here to his chamber; especially in the hot summers. But that was fine by him. Who cares about a little bad stench anyway? As long as he got his job done, everything would be okay. All RomStrossen cared about right now was the bright ball of fyre that glowed before him, cupped gingerly in his digustingly dirty hands. He had created this fyre;with the help of no one else. As RomStrossen held it firmly but cautiously, in his hands; the fyre glowed a florescent green and was so bright that it lit up every inch of the pitch black chamber underground; and was nearly impossible to look at directly. Not even the creepy shadows thrown against the wall could frighten RomStrossen now. With this fyre, he was scared of nothing. He was no longer prey with this fyre; he was a predator. To complete his complicated spell; to complete his fyre, he needed to recite one small other incantation he had taken from the locked safe in the pyramid library.

Let's hope this works. He thought to himself. And so he began.

"Rust and Dust, Fyre that shines beneath the surface...", he started. However, something didn't feel quite right. He felt...prickly and rather sweaty (this just made the already unbearable stench down there in the chamber smell even worse). He could feel something was wrong. But, despite his gut feeling, he continued otherwise.

" Magyk and Darkenesse and Moon without resilience..." he continued. That was when it happened. The fyre in his hands became too hot to bear against his skin and he dropped it on the floor; next to his precious golden ring, which had been a gift from a friend of his mentor. BANG! The explosion was so loud that the mud and stone roof of the chamber almost caved in on top of him. The force of the explosion's impact sent RomStrossen flying across the room and into the back wall of the chamber; where he left the rather rotund imprint of his body for many years to come. Through all this commotion, if you had listened properly, you may have hear a small little "POP" and the sound of clanging metal on the ground. Twice. When RomStrossen actually bothered to get up (he was quite the lazy man when it didn't involve Darkenesse), he walked across the chamber and found his old golden ring. The precious lapis lazuli stone was still intact, thank goodness, however, the ring looked different; much different. The ring was now the colour of shadows (a very deep black), with an emerald green strip running along the center on the ring with peculiar moving gold designs running along outside the ring. RomStrossen saw people fighting, and fires, as well as joy and festivals. He felt a whirlwind of strong emotions as he watched all the figures play through various events. It suddenly hit RomStrossen what exactly this ring was doing.

"It's envisioning the future," he muttered quietly to himself.

RomStrossen was carefully examining the ring when he saw a glint of gold coming from the corner of the chamber. Walking cautiously over some fallen ceiling stones and some Darke materials, as well as various tattered books, he finally reached the source of golden light. In the corner of the dark chamber, glowing as bright as it possibly could, sat another ring. But this one was golden, with two angry green faces on the sides. When he held both rings in either hand, he felt increasingly better than he had moments ago. It made his mood happier and all his physical pain go away. The realization hit him suddenly and it almost took his breath away. He had, in fact, done the spell right. It had just taken the form of two rings instead of a charm. When he tried to place the rings, one on top of the other, to put on his right index finger, he felt a sharp pain inside of his heart, that quickly spread to his whole body. A deep and old voice whispered softly in his ear:

"It is not yet time..." the deep voice whispered. The sound of this man's voice resonated deep inside RomStrossen's brain, where it echoed for a few minutes before he got a hold of himself.

"If I have done the spell right," he thought to himself, "these two rings, when put together, will bring me to whoever has called upon me. Living or dead."

"Now," thought RomStrossen, "I must come up with a powerful name for my beautiful messanger rings."

Naturally, RomStrossen was a very simple and small brained man; as all are who are dumb enough to mess with Darkenesse. He thought hard for many minutes on what he could possibly name his precious rings.

"Perhaps," he muttered, " I could call them the ring sisters!" He sighed to himself, "No, that just won't do. None of these names are powerful enough."

He stared blankly at the rings again; thinking.

"How about, the ring of darkenesse and shadowes for the green and black beauty," he pondered aloud, " and the angry two faced ring for the other precious being."

The names that have forever withheld these obvious names just prove how simple of a man he really was. Just stating the obvious and "voila" we have powerful names. However, the names in this case did end up doing their job. RomStrossen suddenly realized his power and potential with these powerful weapons. And that he was late for dinner with his very irritable and haughty wife.

"Hope it's not frog legs tonight," he said under his breath, "Now where do I put these rings..?"

RomStrossen was looking thoughtfully around his chamber when a force answered his question for him.

RomStrossen was suddenly swept off his feet and thrown into the far wall, opposite the door. The rings flew from his hands with a very strong force and into the now growing pool of melting stone floor in the middle of the room. RomStrossen did not know it at the time, but the swirling goo actually led to the middle of the deep lake; where the two faced ring would be found much later. When RomStrossen looked up, all he saw was the awe-struck and very shocked face of his wife; Mathilda Strossen.

"I should have known," was all he could hear her mutter before she pushed him into the goo pit that now took up more that half the room. As RomStrossen fell deeper into the gooey mass, he knew deep in his heart that this wasn't over yet. He would be back; he was sure of it. Then he would have his revenge.

"I shall finally be someone no one will ever forget. I will be the most powerful Darke wizard this wretched world has ever known. Those who have ever deceived me beware," RomStrossen was aware that no one could hear him. You see, messing with the Darke often leaves it's victim a little wonky and messed up in the head. He was, literally, losing it.

"I will be back to conquer all! To all those that are alive then; let the Darke games begin!" and those were the last words that RomStrossen spoke before the floor-goo rose over his head and dragged him underneath; to the depths of goodness knows where. At least, those were the last words RomStrossen spoke until many years later.