Prologue Pt. 1

The ticking of the clock and the mad rustling of paper was all that was hear on a cold evening. A man named Daniel Hunter claws his way through a packet of Dungeons and Dragons Character Sheets looking for the instructions on how to summon a powerful being. He grumbles about his terrible organization skills or lack there of. He turns on his PC to his browser and looks for the files his pen pal sent over. From where he doesn't know, nor does he care. His pen pal would always send him figurines and other memorabilia to fund Daniel's habit. He was raised in foster care until he was 15 moving from place to place until he met Uncle Markus. Uncle Markus was a portly fellow of 50 years. He was a widower and wanted to make sure he had some family left over when he died of lymphoma the previous year making the now 18 year old Daniel an orphan once again. Uncle Markus was the first man to ever earn Daniel's respect, the rebellious teen he was then is replaced with a polite, if quiet man who loves the fantasies his uncle introduced to him. At age 16 he had been through home after home until one day Uncle Markus found him in the local library reading Fantasy novels. He introduced the boy to all sorts of table top games like, Pathfinder, Warhammer, and finally, his most beloved Dungeons and Dragons. Uncle Markus instilled what he called the "Fantasy Virus" to Daniel and has been changed for the better ever since.

And now our protagonist is looking for the last thing his Uncle told him to do.

*1st person POV- (Daniel Hunter)*

"Damn you Uncle Markus," I say in good humor, "Can't even tell me where the damn guide is. Even though I feel stupid doing this, it was the last thing you asked." I look up from the card board box I am rummaging though and stop to ponder uncle's last request. 'Daniel, your penpal sent something over the day you messaged each other. A set of ritual tools to summon something like a warlock would do. I put the kit into the basement somewhere in all the boxes. Your Pen pal told me to give it to you before you left for University. All the instructions are on the computer on how to complete it. Do an old man a favor, and do it for your pen pal. I promised I'd ask before you left, but you know how that is going. I'll begone before I can see you do it, but please do your old Uncle this last thing before I go on my own adventure' As I reminisced, I found the box with my name and address stapled on. I opened the box to see a runic circle like what you would see in movies and laid the paper? down on the concrete floor of the basement. I ran upstairs to print off the instructions at my PC. After the instructions were printed I skimmed over the contents.

How to summon what ever your heart desires- part one.

What you need- A knife , a bowl, the candles in the kit provided, and_....

After you have these items please proceed to light the candles and chant the incantation on the back of the box you received our kit from.

Thank you for choosing Thuza Corp, for all your otherworldly needs.

This seem like something a conman would sell you, 'anything my heart desires', huh? OK... Picking up the paper that was staple to the box from my pen pal, I lit the candles and chanted the gobbledygook on the other side as I felt the wind pick up in the basement. Maybe the air con kicked in, I continued to read the paragraph and as I neared the end of it the wind got progressively colder and sent a shiver up my spine. Ok this is creepy... I finish the incantation and the candles go out and the lights above me burst. Swearing and covering my head from the raining glass, I feel a pair of eyes on me and swing around to find them seeing nothing but total darkness of the now dark basement I swore again at the electricians that came to fix my power line earlier this week. Damn company assholes who do the bare minimum to keep their jobs, they are lucky my house didn't burn down when that surge hit. Telling my self I will give them a call tomorrow i start up the stairs.

As I step to the basement door I feel sleepy, why am I sleepy it's only 10 pm... I think to myself as i reached the door knob my groggy mind felt the pain in my right hand as I grabbed the almost melted door handle. "**** MOTHER FFFFFFFUUUUUUCKKKK THAT HURTS. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!" I kick the door only to feel it's solid oak structure wiggle at my kick.

Uh oh.

UH OH, I scream in my mind as I see the smoke coming from under the door. I kick with all my might at the door frame and after a few kicks it cracks and splinters just enough for me to see the inferno my house has become. UH OH!!! I Kick the door frame one more solid time only for the support beam blocking it push itself and the door towards me and send my flying down the stairs into the hard concrete. All I could do with a solid oak door and a burning beam is curse my bad luck. That power surge must have fried his pc's safety on the motherboard causing it to overheat and catch fire. Here I lay broken, concussed, and burned, slowly dying of the smoke inhalation. The worst part? I can't even hear sirens... nobody is coming to save me here...

"Damn I can't even catch a break eh Uncle Markus?" I whimper pitifully as I pass out from the smoke and the nasty concussion from the fall... just after the circle lights up and takes a wisp of something from me.