Prologue
"It's been too long," a voice hissed in the gloom. It was pitch black, the air saturated with cruelty and despair. Fear and angst weighed down the darkness; agony piercing the heavy misery. "Too long," the voice repeated, stone hard and ice cold. A wail of anguish rose from below, within the inner depths of the black nightmare, a tortured shriek that can be heard nowhere else. The dark depression intensified the high-pitched moan, the pain ripping through the immense heaviness.
As the scream faded into the distance, the same voice spoke again, as cold and merciless as before. His voice was heavy with grief and pain he had been suffering for eons. "How long have we been trapped in this doom? How long have we been banished into endless, forgotten, darkened life of the Underworld?"
"As you know, this is our only chance," Different voice, but same coldness, merciless, darkened feeling of the voice. The voice spoke with tremble, as if he feared the first voice. "Which is why we need to plan it out carefully." The first voice replied.
"How? Can she do it... Do you really believe she would succeed, and free us from this doom?" The second voice asked, still trembling. The second voice continued, "I have been exiled too long. The destruction cannot be delayed anymore."
"We still don't know," The first voice answered. He continued, "We need her to survive. We need to help her mother protect her. She's our only chance. Her survival, and her decision shall decide the future of the Fifth Age. We shall have the new Golden Age, depending on her!"
There was a complete silent beneath the air after the last word.
