Prologue
In a dark chamber there stood a wooden desk and stair. On that desk was a jar of black ink with a quill in it. The desk has a drawer with a wooden knot on it. A door opens and a hooded figure enters the room with three small candles on a golden candleholder. The hooded figure wore a dark red cloak and the light emitting from the candles doesn't even reveal her face. She closes the door and walks towards the desk, the sound of her high heals hitting the marble floor echoes slightly around the chamber. Once reaches the desk she places the holder on at the corner of her desk and sits down. Everything is quite in the chamber, no words were spoken, no rodent was squeaking and no echoes were bouncing of the walls, not even a breath of wind was there as well. The figure pulls the drawer open with her left hand, grabs a worn old book and opens it on the desk on an empty page. She then grabs the quill and start to write down, while whispering the sentences to herself, all the way to the last word.
"The day is slowly approaching.
I can no longer sit down and watch as the events starts to happen. I most act quickly in order to save them.
They alone cannot change the future, but with my help I can change the events from claiming there lives.
I've asked and begged The High Council for my approval with the ones that could change or events and maybe or lives, but the refused to sign it. They say that it would cause a time shift in both the past and the future.
Now I most act on my own and to stop him from fulfilling his desire, his ultimate chaos. I will and most stop him even if it takes my life, I will not at least have prevented my clan, but the entire race from extinction.
I'm being called, I most go now, but soon real soon things will look better.
Yours sincerely,
The Guardian."
Before the end of the page she puts the quill back in the jar, closes the book and blows out the candles one by one. Leaving the room in complete darkness.