Chapter 1: The Packet
The morning was radiant in Lisbon, the streets alive with cheer, yet young Rachel Hardwood carried a private anticipation greater than all the day’s brightness. He had achieved the triumph of his boyhood—highest marks in his examinations—and awaited the promised reward from his father.
Yet beneath the laughter and the glitter of success lay a nervous unrest, as though some shadow stood behind his joy. That shadow took form in the guise of a packet, plain in appearance, that lay curiously among his belongings. Drawn to it by a fascination he could not explain, Rachel lifted the strange object.
At once a breath of scorching dust smote his face, a cough shook his frame, and letters upon the surface of the packet seemed to stir as if alive: "The Packet of Deadliness" With a sudden crack the seal burst open, a violent light struck his chest and brow, and the boy was flung upon the ground in a tempest of force.
He neither felt pain nor terror in the ordinary sense, for his senses were numbed by the unnatural power that coursed through him; yet his heart recoiled with an instinctive dread. From the darkness within the packet there rose a figure cloaked and shadowed, its eyes burning with cruel light.
“You have summoned me,” it said in tones that seemed to reverberate within his soul. Rachel stammered out his plea, begging release from what had been unleashed. The being regarded him a long moment, then with a gesture made the packet vanish in smoke.
When the room was again silent, Rachel stood trembling but alive, sensing not deliverance but the beginning of a fate that bound him to the mystery of that infernal charm.