Prologue
Evil.
Such a word, as a child, I thought it should not exist. If there is no such thing, why should it be there, lurking in the darkness, never seen nor detected. People of the mortal realm twisted their pretty faces at the wrong people, accusing them of being evil. Yes, I suppose they did do something terribly wrong, but nothing like that would be considered evil; such a word so strong the people had forgot the meaning.
But, there are people who had experienced such evil, real evil. An evil so dark, it was paralyzing, and you could taste the poison of it on your tongue. People who had experienced evil events, feeling as if they were in some sort of different dimension, battling evil, or in some cases, battling themselves.
Light.
Such a word, as a growing boy, I thought it had meant the sun, or a hero in a comic. Something you could not possibly reach, or something that simply didn't exist. But, reaching those gates, I realized, light is very accessible. It's always there with you, always will be. It really depends on how you look at it, and I happened to discover the first symbol of it on the back of my hand.
My name is Link.
