Prologue
Prologue:
I Clenched my left lower abdomen as I stumbled out of the small thicket of trees that led into the open clearing filled with rapidly moving figures and compacted white powder tainted with splatters of red and black. There was a loud ringing in my ear as I scanned the massacre in front of me. It was like looking at a silent play, nothing but white noise where there shouldn’t be. My body felt warm even as the slow oozing red liquid rapidly cooled in my clenched up hand. There were too many acolytes in the large clearing, and much fewer of us. There really had been no way to stop this inevitable blood shed. I came to the sudden realization that it did not matter how hard I fought for the better outcome, it would not come.
I watched in a haze as I caught sight of those beautiful blonde curls swinging in the girls’ hair. Watched as she raised her sword in her hand too slowly as an acolytes black paw swiped across her face. Watched as the blood smeared in the snow as those blonde curls, and the body attached to them fell sideways into the snow. My senses slowly came back to me as the rage grew at the sight of my now fallen friend. The rage that grew in my tremendous attempts to fix the mess we had made. Then The raging heat in my body grew to stone cold ice and let my features relax. I released my left hand from its grip on my side as my right hand raised and the shards of crystallized ice released from my fingertips without another second of hesitation.
