Prologue

Galloping hooves sounded on the hard dirt road in the forest. A howling wind pulled at the cloaks of the riders and the hoods covering their faces. A bright moon hung in the sky illuminating the riders. The four rode closely together. One of them looked back quickly and a piece of golden hair flew out, shining brightly in the dark. The rider quickly turned back and tucked the hair away so that it was hidden once again. The other riders glanced at the one rider and spurred their horses even faster. They were fleeing. But fleeing from what?

A cliff appeared up ahead at the edge of the forest, with a mist hiding the bottom from view. It was there the riders slowed their horses and stopped. Jumping off their horses, they walked to the edge of the cliff and peered down into the mist. Nothing could be seen. They stood there for a few minutes as if waiting.

Suddenly, a blinding red light appeared behind them. Their heads quickly wiped around. Hoods still covered their faces but their terror still showed through when they saw the light. A woman appeared in the light. Her face could not be seen for the light behind her cast her face into the shadows. Only her shape could be seen and it was surely a woman. She stretched out her hand as if beckoning, but the golden haired one shook their head, stepping back in the process.

The other's also started backing up until they were at the edge of the cliff. The golden haired one turned to the cliff, took one last glance at the woman, and jumped into the mist. The other's also quickly followed. The woman lifted up both of her hands and a ball of red light appeared in her hands. Red lighting streaked from the ball of light and disappeared into the mist. The woman laughed evily.

Suddenly, she disappeared in a flash of red light.

But unnoticed by all, another figure had been watching the scene unfold behind a tree. Now, the figure ran out and approached the four horses that were left behind. The horseswore no bridles. The figure whispered to them and then they too jumped into the mist.

When the sun rises, there will be no trace of what had happened there. Not even hoof prints. It will be as if nothing had happened there. But a great journey has just begone...


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