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Prologue: The End.
Somewhere in Northeast Germany, 24th June
23:47
The warm night air seemed to be almost overwhelming and it felt as if the darkness was swallowing the night. Dark times were coming. Anyone who had lived through them before knew of the tell-tale signs. All you had to do was look beyond what everyone else saw and you would be able to see what was coming: the end.
"You do know we are late, don't you Bernard?" A young woman hissed in an American accent, as she and a slightly older man walked down a dark street, the lights illuminating very little of the unkempt alleyway. Most people, especially men, would consider Barbara Holms beautiful, with her long blond hair running down her back and her deep glimmering black eyes, but there was something about her that kept people away. There was something...dangerous about her. Annoyance now fluttered in the darkness of her eyes. Why she had been paired up with such an incompetent fool, she would never know but if he didn't walk faster, she would hex him until he did or maybe she would just kill him. That would solve her problem.
"I am aware of that, thank you," Bernard Färber told her in a cold voice and a thick German accent as he started to walk a bit faster, so that Barbara would almost have to run in order to keep up with him. He was 28 and already had faint wisps of gray in his dark brown hair. "We are almost there, stay calm for Merlin's sake!" His gray eyes narrowed at the scowl Barbara was shooting at him. His hand hovered for a moment over the pocket of his robes where he kept his wand, before he brought it up to his forehead to wipe a few drops of sweat away.
The two of them turned a corner and stopped in front of a small metal door on the side of a dark building. Bernard looked briefly towards Barbara before bringing his wand to the door and drawing a complex symbol on it before it swung open. The symbol resembled a spider, but with more than a dozen legs and a triangle in the center.
Barabara pushed her way in front of Bernard as they walked into the small dusty room in silence. They made their way past a small grimy table and a toppled over chair until they reached the stairwell and started to head down into the belly of the building. As the two of them finally reached the basement they could already hear the sounds of voices and cheering. Bernard slowly pushed a old wooden door open to reveal a crowed poorly lit room and a stage with the man he admired most in the world.
"...This is our age! This is our time! For too long we have we been in hiding. We shall hide no more! For we are the Nigriventers!" Victor Morozov shouted to the crowed which in turn clapped and cheered for him.
Bernard had only been a member of the Nigriventers for a few months now but he believed in every word that Victor preached to them. It was their time . Things were going to change. The end was near.
