Draft

Prologue

George Fletcher VII scrabbled on the cold stone wall. In the darkness, out came the voice.

"Where is the Codex?"

The voice was like a cold wind on a dark, unforgiving night.

George Shuddered. "It's gone. You will never find it."

The Voice roared: "Nonsense!"

A Blue Bolt of light flashed crossed Georges Face. He writhed and screamed. Then, He fell.

"Aravind, Let's Go. I have some urgent matters to deal with."

Two dark silhouettes slithered to the window, and disappeared from sight.