Prologue
A man
I awaken. My vision is blurry. All I can see are colors, multiple colors. A mix of gray, black, and white fills my eyes. The white stands out among all three. I reach my hand out to try and grab the white, but feel nothing in between my cold fingers. My eyes adjust, and I can see my hand. A worn, old hand, merging out of a dirty and torn red cloth. My body is still and unable to move. I realize what the colors represent. Light, stone, and darkness. Although there is only a sliver of light, it stands out the most. I try and move my working hand to move the stone. The stone gives, and the sound of the stone crumpling away fills my ears. I move the other stones away air reaches my body and fills my lungs. I open my eyes, and look out into the distance. I see a village. No, scratch that. Bigger than a village. A kingdom. The assorted buildings cluster together, and I see that the kingdom is surrounded by a giant stone wall. It could be beautiful. But instead of beautiful, it looks different. I notice some of the walls of the buildings are gone, or destroys. As my eyes adjust to the even brighter light, I see that almost all the buildings are in some way destroyed or dismantled. The wall surrounding the kingdom is also in shambles, and I soon realize where I am. This is my kingdom, and I am it's ruler. Well, at least I was.