Prologue to Shadow, a work of fan fiction based on Christopher Paolini's InheritanceCycle.
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A solitary figure wreathed in a cloak of shadows stood on the overhang overlooking Illirea as lightning flashes and the sky glows with its power. He smiled. In the casket was the key to the transformation. All that was needed was the blood… Slowly, the figure drew a knife. The blade was of finest obsidian, the pommel gold. A single garnet was set between the grip and the blade. The figure ceremoniously brought up the knife… and cut a blood vessel. The blood fell on the poor, mangled thing in the casket. Crash. The storm raged on as the figure shuffled to the casket and breathed in the fumes. Then slowly, ever so painfully slowly, it began. A trace of black raced up his skin as he chanted one of the oldest and most dangerous spells. Wherever the black passed, the skin shriveled and withered until the whole of the man, for that was what he was, became a desiccated husk of his former self. A slow smile spread across his skull. The Lich King was created.