Prologue
He sat in a world of flames, the remains of his home scattered around him. The flames danced and swirled, eating up everything he owned, everything he cared for.
But none of that mattered anymore because the one thing that was closest to him was gone forever. He didn't know how and he didn't know why, but he knew that she had been murdered.
His own mother snatched away so quickly that he didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, and he doubted that he ever would. The enemy had her body, they would bury it, cover her coffin, give her a decent farewell, but it wouldn't be enough. The only way for him to say goodbye and to show her that he had cared, was to get revenge. He would find the people responsible and he would make sure that they paid and paid dearly with their tears and with their blood.
He picked himself up and looked around. Everything was gone, his room and all of his things. The only things he had left were the clothes on his body and his knowledge. While his mother had been alive, she had taught him many things, things he had never dreamt of, things that other people didn't even know existed. Like time travel, for one thing, and the power that he had.
Being an immortal of course, like his mother, he knew that he would live forever and he used to dream of all the places he could go, things he could see and the people he could meet. But none of that mattered anymore; he had only one thing on his mind, revenge.
He had a plan, he would run, hide, for he knew that without his mother's protection they would discover his existence. He didn't know why he had been hidden; his mother had never told him. In the whole eighteen years of his life, he had never seen the outside of the castle, and even then he was forbidden to speak to anyone. His mother had only said that it was for his protection, that if the Guard found out about him, he would be hunted down and killed like an animal.
He would start a new life hidden on the edge of the world where he would wait until the time was right, when the Guard had forgotten and relaxed. He would slowly gather a force behind him, like the Order, but this one would be stronger. He would learn from his mother's mistakes and create a smarter force that could defeat the Guard and the Named once and for all!
His own Order…just thinking about it made his insides burn with pride. How pleased his mother would be if she were still there, to find out that her only son would carry on her magnificent work. And he would not fail, never.
Fifty years after the death of Lathenia, a new prophecy was revealed. It prophesized a new group of the Named, a new enemy, and a new final battle. But who would win was the only thing that was left unsure…
