Prologue
The moon shone down through the bars of the dungeon. On a pile of soiled straw a figure of a woman lay. A metal plate which contained a mug of water and a hunk of bread stood untouched beside her upon the floor. She stood and looked out through the bars, just a few moments more. As soon as the moon reached its' full height she would make her attempt. She fingered the large crystal that hung about her slender neck. She must escape!