Prologue
--[{There doesn't always have to be a reason…}] –
A vague presence, born into the night. Marked by the chosen, who grew and was lost into the darkness of the Void. Here I am, alone, a watcher of all the others who came before me. Watching, as the others before me did. I, whose friend was only the wolves and demons of the Realm, the King had challenged the Void to bring me back. But had utterly failed and was lost forever in the grasp it. Since then the kingdom bled in despair, engulfed in eternal torture and beasts of the Realm. Ah, maybe I should explain. My life was simple, but yet I was Marked by the chosen. Maybe that was why the Void took me first. It was a strange feeling when it happened. I cannot explain it, for it is nameless. Sweet yet bitter. I will tell the tale of how this shadow country became, how the Chosen won, yet lost everything. Before my time runs out, I must find him….It was 100 years ago, when he was still but a boy…