Prologue

We are out of time. There is nothing else that can be done. Our fate has been decided by the ones in the cloaks of black. For they do not care what we have to say, their decision was made long before they arrived. I look across the field of white and I know what I must do. I know what I must give up to save the ones I love. There are no other options. No other ways out. I turn towards my loved ones avoiding the face who would cause me to rethink this decision and mouth the words I'm sorry, confusion fills the faces of all except for one who looks at me in horror. For they do not know what I am about to do, besides the one who knows every ones secrets. They have already accepted their murders, but I have not. I step forward and speak. "How about a trade?"