Prologue
Three figures stood over a dark cliffside. Dark waves crashed into the rocks as a pale beam of moon light struck the middle one. Its eyes glowed bright red before dimming. The other two looked at their brother and in an eerie harmony, began to sing. Amid their voices, the middle one began to speak, its voice brimming with unimaginable power.
As the new moon rises in the darkening sky,
One shall rise with the power unknown,
Born to those that have defied death
He shall be marked with a blessing and a curse
The Master is coming…
The Master is coming…
As the black hands of a clock struck twelve, a piercing cry could be heard. A mere babe laid at the doorstep of a house. As the three watched on, it cried and whimpered in the cold, dark streets.
"Welcome Jake Baker, welcome".