PROLOGUE
The candle flickered as the brass-wooden door swung open. Darkness had already laid its hand outside and the sound of pouring rain and thunder entered the silent and softly illuminated room.
A man clad in a dark cloak entered the room.
"You are late." Said a woman's voice.
The man knelt and bowed his head in front of the hooded woman sitting in the dark shadows of the room. "Pardon me Mistress, but I have brought what you have asked." He took a golden scroll inside his coat and laid it in front of the woman.
The scroll was made of golden paper with silver thread holding it in its place. The woman watched it with excitement. "Finally…" the woman murmured as she reached for the scroll its body glittering and shinning preciously. "The prophecy is now in my hands!" The woman laughed. She then started to untie it and as she opens the golden scroll, white letters started to form. She read:
Death will be born and signify the beginning,
Chaos will rule over peace that once prevail,
Shadow of Darkness will strengthen
And tear the hearts of mankind.
But alas, Heroes shall be born to fight…
But even before she finishes the scroll suddenly burst into red flames. The woman cursed as she threw the scroll and turned angrily at the man kneeling in front of her. "You!" she hissed, "You worthless Lunatic!"
The man started to back away fear painted his face. "Mistress forgive me!" he cried. "I didn't know that it was a false scroll."
"You should have made it sure! You know that only worthless humanoids like you can see the real from the false." She hissed, black fire started to appear in her right hand.
"Please Mistress I beg you! Spare I and I promise to bring the real prophecy"
The woman watched the man with narrow eyes as if trying to consider the man's plea. She contorted her face, cursed, "You dare make me a fool!", and with her black fire the man turned into ashes leaving no sign of him.
The hooded woman paced back and forth until she rested where the ashes of the scroll was. She stared at it with narrow eyes and angered expression. "Those fools won't win. Darkness will rule and I the darkest of all sorcerers will be the one to lead." Evil grin started to form her lips. "And their pitiful heroes will be dead before they can sense my evil plans. The dark prophecy will be fulfilled and signify the beginning of Ragnarok..."