Shadu: I'll make this brief. I owe a WHOLE bunch of thanks to the author of History of Magic. I also owe a friend of mine. On with da story!

Prologue

A dark, shadowy figure sat in the center of the dimly lit room. He enjoyed the darkness. The darkness was his to command. It was his to manipulate. He sat smugly on the floor, crossed-legged, deep in concentration. No one could foresee what evil he was planning. No one would be able to see what was going to happen. No one would stand in his way. They couldn't. He was much too powerful. There was only one that might have the power to defeat him. He had once before. But this time, that mistake wouldn't happen.

"Sir," a voice behind him squeaked.

"What is it?" the figure asked in a very irritated voice.

"We have information," the second figure stated.

"Good," was the only thing that the first figure said.