Prologue

Thunder was the only things that could be heard in this godforsaken place. On the ceiling of this dark, dingy cell, there was a base of two chains. A weakened figure was hanged by them as the chains were wrapping his wrists. The last of the surviving members had lost hope. They had taken everything from him. His head was directed at the ground and his eyes were shut, not wanting to face his enemies who had won this war.

Tricked by a lover, betrayed by his partner and only pain was left. He wished that they could kill him then and there but something else told him that they were far from over with him. His exposed skin was full of wounds and bruises. He had been tortured, the symbol that was burned indelibly on his back and arm was visible, and as well as some scars that were acquired years go.

He remembered before being captured, seeing the skies turn dark and the sun shined for its last time. Shadows started wandering into the world he loved so much. A world where his love could be safe, but now it was over. He had lost the Shadow war, he had lost her. He had lost everything just because of a war between good and evil. He felt empty now and wished to see those brown eyes once more and then leave this forsaken world for good.