Author's Note: Ok, this is set after The Faceless Ones, mostly because Dark Days hasn't been published over here (in Ireland) yet. If you've read Dark Days, please don't put any spoilers in your reviews (at least, not until the 2nd or 3rd of April) and also I'd like to point out that any similarities between this and Dark Days are entirely coincidental- and I've almost finished typing this up on my computer, so even when I've read the book, the similarities will still be coincidental.
Disclaimer: Truth be told, there isn't actually very much in the Prologue for me to disclaim.....but if you recognise it, I don't own it. If you don't recognise it, I quite possibly still don't own it. If it makes no sense, I own it.
Prologue
The small flame flickered dully in her hand, forever on the verge of going out. The light was pure darkness, the flames ice cold. It could not be compared to the flames she had been able to make when he was around, but so very much had changed since then.
The light the flame produced was barely enough to light her way, and it took so much energy that it was barely worth it. But she had to keep practising. She was determined to retain her Elemental powers despite the fact that she was now a Necromancer.
Finally she reached the clearing. She gave up on the flame as a bad job and walked towards a much bigger, brighter light. She took her place among the others and waited for everything to begin.
This was it. They were coming.
Author's Note (again): I know it's short. It's the prologue. But that's not what I want to talk about here- this is for any readers of my other fic, Maximum Ride: Clone Confusion, - I am going to get back to it, at some stage. And I'll finish it. Promise.
TTYL,
A.J.
