PROLOGUE:
It was a chill night and the moon appeared bloody through a red haze of cloud. Dead, burned trees stood on an ashen plain, their limbs like stark black fingers raking at the crimson sky. A beast stood alone in the gray nothing, head high and wings spread. Many shadows rippled before it, straight-edged copies of itself with flexible forms, bending and flowing in the wind.
A growl sounded from their master, deep in his blood-hued throat. An impression appeared in their dim conscious of a power source, any object that held energy.
"Fetch this."
Yep! Very short! Don't worry, there's a first chapter! It has weirdness and Jack in it!