PROLOGUE

The world was in chaos. Strangely dressed people were running, screaming. Smoke drifted through the air, curling lazily and making everything that much harder to see. Front and center stood a man. He was at once tall and intimidating yet pale and wan with long onyx hair and scary silver eyes that had black sclera rather than the natural white. Those same eyes screamed of madness and pain as his head turned and looked at me, the tiny braids within his main swaying with muted clicks. I watched, breathless with fear, as he rose a hand and reached towards me. Suddenly, his fingers forced themselves into my right eye socket. Shrieking in agony, my world goes bright, and I know no more.