Prologue

A dark human-like blur moves speedily around town. It's 9'o clock on a Sunday night, the town is barely lit by the street lamps leaving long and dark shadows. The shadows become dancers as the blur speeds past them; gaining life as they move erratically, twisting and turning.

The blur speeds up, becoming near invisible as it becomes a full circle of black which seems to have neither a beginning nor an end. The black circle seems to glow as the shadows start writhing unnaturally, the wind generated steals various pieces not heavy enough around the town, becoming a tornado with the town the eye. Strange symbols start appearing above the circle, and the silvery light of the moon turns crimson.

The dark light pulses once, twice and finally grows. The black light moves vertically towards the corrupted moon, becoming a swirling whirlpool of energy obscuring the town from view. Black lightning arcs off the pillar, crashing onto the ground randomly, leaving scorch marks and the smell of death in the air.

It stops. The previously swirling mass of energy freezes, or it appears to be frozen, as the winds have stopped and it is eerily silent, not a hoot or a scurry from any of the wild animals.

Then it shoots into the sky forming a dark halo above the town.

The halo starts to fill the centre with energy, becoming darker in the centre until it shoots down forming another less defined halo, which slowly descends onto the statue placed at the centre of the town. Once it hits the golden crown point -protruding from the white marble basin held up by the golden people, the halo fills up, with an even spread of dark energy.

A bare hand, incredibly pale, comes out followed by a foot-also bare, emerges. The foot moves further out becoming a leg which down, as though to place itself on the floor, meeting the marble basin. The rest of a decidedly male body slowly emerges, with the head appearing last. A dark head of hair is seen as the man steps out completely.

The man takes a deep breath, then smiles revealing sharp canines. He jumps off the fountain and moves toward a dark-clad figure, who extends a hand to the new arrival. The pale stranger takes the hand, then they disappear.