Chapter One: The Marmasill Inn stood on the face of a hill that overlooked Shadow's Crest. The crest had been a happening tourist spot for decades because of its stretching beaches and stunning rock formations. Due to this, the seaside town usually had bustling and livley traffic constantly passing through. On this day the streets were dead and silent, save for the pattering of rain on the cobblestones. It had been raining for two months straight. The rain caused two town records to be broken. It was the longest rain storm ever to hit, and never before had so many weathermen been fired in a row. The weathermen just kept saying that they couldn't see an end in sight, and the townspeople didn't want to believe it. The Inn suffered a major financial blow from this screwy forecast. Hundreds of reservations were cancelled as people changed their vacation plans. Normally the sound of nighttime rain calms the mind, but every time the innkeeper awoke to hear it he would proceed to bang his head against the bedpost.
The innkeeper woke up on this morning and was immediately greeted by his anxious thoughts. The third month of rain was approaching fast, and with a growing stack of bills, it was clear the the breaking point was approaching fast as well. In his mind there were only two ways it could go; either there would be a break in the clouds or in his bank account. What he didn't realize was that help was on its way in a form that no one could have expected. A slow and bulky figure made its way to the front door. To any onlooker, the sight would have caused uncontrollable chills to crawl up the spine. The way he lumbered up the pathway was sort of unearthly, but it would be difficult to explain exactly why. He lifted up his gloved hand and thudded it against the front door several times, then he stood still and waited.