The Master of Fate
Prologue
Past seven fields of meadows green, across five brilliant shining seas, through caves of old, over mountains of icy cold; there is a world that looks quite a bit like our own; it has oceans, lakes, and rivers; a shining ball of fire that walks slowly across an azure blue sky, day by day, for all time; it has the four seasons of Mistress Winter, Sister Spring, Madame Autumn, and Lady Summer. No, there really isn't a difference at all when it comes to the physical appearances of that world. Of course, the inhabitants of this wild and beautiful land are a different story.
Welcome to the magical world of Bain.
Blood… Running, dripping; falling down into the cracks in the vast marble floor. Screams of Banshees and howls of Werewolves echoing through the halls… Shadowdarks throwing balls of black fire into the faces of the unfortunate… Pain. Unimaginable pain. Crying, screaming out for it to stop, as evil laughter fills the air. One last gasp of dying breath… and the world goes black…
"Agh!" A frightened male face emerged from the depths of the pillows and blankets lying in a heap on the hand carved bed, trying to untangle himself from the knots of a sheepskin blanket. "Oh. What a horrible dream! Stupid blanket! Let go of me!" Freeing himself from the sheepskin was no easy task, but soon the blankets gave way to a well-defined boy of about seventeen years of age. Shaking his soft curls, he threw the sheets and other bed items back onto the mattress. Falling back onto his pillow, Karat Wind Sorel closed his eyes and listened to the light birdsong outside one of his open windows. How awful that dream was; he thought to himself, shuddering at the memory. He'd had the same dream for the past two nights now, and it terrified him immensely…
Rap. Rap, Rap. Ping! His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of pebbles being thrown against his the window on the opposite side of the room. Groaning, he forced himself to stand up and walk towards the window, pausing a moment to look in the large mirror shard that hung from the wall. Looking curiously back at him was a muscular, five foot ten youth of seventeen years and nine months. Soft blonde curls crowned his tan head, with emerald-green eyes and a full-lipped mouth inlaid into a mischievous face. Pointed ears protruded from the curls, curved upwards like a fairy's, but soft and bony like a man's; these ears could hear the giggles of the women washing clothes on the riverbanks a good half mile away from his house. Tossing his shirt onto his bed, since there was no need for it in the already seventy degree morning, he left the mirror's gaze and sleepily opened his window. "Alright! Who's shooting pebbles at my windah?!" Karat yelled, half serious, half amused.
Suddenly, before Karat had time to react, a glittering dagger flew out of the shadows and embedded itself into Karats heart.
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