Prologue: The contract

It is pitch black yet obviously storming. The storm raged loudly. Lightning flashes revealing a hilly surrounding. Thunder rolls as another bolt of lightning strikes. This time showing a girl running. Her chest heaves up and down. It is obvious that she is close to womanhood. Her eyes are a crystalline green, clear and light in color. Her long white gold hair streams behind her, the light fades. Another bolt of lightning brings a flashback.

Darkness with a light originating behind the point of view. An elaborately decorated, heavy oak door is visible. A long, feminine hand reaches out and pushes it open. A gasp of shock at the revealed scene. A man and a woman lie in a pool if blood by a large canopied bed. There is blood everywhere.

The flashback fades. The young woman stumbles to a stop and falls to her knees, her head tilted up to the sky. A loud, agonized scream cuts through the noise of the storm. Lightning flashes again, a mans form is kneeling beside the young woman. His left hand rests on her cheek, quieting her. It is obvious that he is speaking to her though the storm drowns out his voice. She nods, and replies. He slides an arm under her knees and the other wrapped around her shoulders, his hand gripping the shoulder that was faced away form him. He picks her up easily and carries her away.