Prologue
In a hidden chamber, deep in the earth, strode the Dark Being. No light had ever seen his face since the Day, and some said none ever would. The shadows were so thick that you feel, smell, and taste them. The chamber itself was made of solid shadow, the kind of which could swallow a man whole. The Shadows, thought the Dark being, with all there iniquity, they continue to perplex me. Even in the places where the light is most dazzling, the shadows remain. Lurking in the background, unobserved, uncared for, and abandoned. Yet, he thought, deep within them, they have a power, the most astonishing power, to inflict pain, suffering, and madness. All the power of light, simply eradicated, he concluded, as he strode toward the throne of shadow, on which sat a dark, rotting skull. Worry not father, he said thoughtfully, darkness shall prevail for us. Furthermore, for the whole kingdom.
