Prelude
300 years ago
The night originated as any before it. The sun was setting, hiding behind the mountain line. The sky shone red, a predicament of the fate to follow. The man climbed the mountain, ignoring the beauty before him. It has been long since he enjoyed the simple things in life; his only purpose now was power. A power far greater than any creature could imagine, and he will be the one to wield it. As he stepped over the rocks and through rivers, all of the insects and bugs were hiding away. They could sense the evil radiating off of this man, knowing they had to stay away. He suddenly stopped and looked up. In front of him was a cave entrance, barely big enough for him, and an endless black inside. He lifted his hand, muttering a few words as a ball of fire appeared in his palm. He used his magic to hold it in place and walked to the entrance. The light from the glow illuminated the hole, showing it let down, opening up after you enter. So, he went inside.
He sensed an old power inside and used it to guide him to where he needed to be. The power rippled over him, trying to obstruct him. If he were any other being, it would have killed him, but he was the strongest, able to survive anything. The tunnel opened up as a more significant area appeared in front of him. He climbed over the rocks, which were carved out to act as stairs. The cave was too big to see anything with the fireball, so he shot it into the air, whispering a spell to let it grow. It illuminated the space, making it more visible to his eyes. Only rocks were around, some big, some small and some hanging from the cave ceiling, their points sharp, waiting for a ruckus to make them drop. He scanned the area looking for something when a rock in the cave caught his attention. It was the same dark gray color as the ones next to it, but its shape was peculiar. He moved closer to inspect it when suddenly, it moved. The rock unfurled, revealing a body underneath. It stood up slowly, uncurling itself. Seconds later, a woman stood in front of him; only she was old. Her hair was in small batches on her head, the color as white as snow. Her face was sunken in, the skin pulled tight over the bones. Black holes stood where the eyes should be. An endless black, easy to get trapped inside.
"Who dares disrupt my slumber?" A high-pitched voice echoed in the cave.
The man stepped closer, intrigued by the sight before him.
"You know who I am, Seer. You know what I want,” he replied.
She let out a cracked laugh and stepped closer to him.
"I knew you would come to me someday, but I do not have what you seek."
He stopped right in front of her, grabbing her by the neck. "Tell me who she is before I kill you."
The black orbs stared down at him, no emotion on her face. "My dear boy. I am older than this earth. No being can kill me, not even one as powerful as you."
A sneer passed his lips, "That may be true, but the pain is a universal language, even a relic like you can understand."
Both remained quiet, neither moving as they seized up the other. He finally let go of her neck, and she dropped to the floor.
"The one you seek has not been born yet." She explained, looking up at him. "But the prophecy is not about you. The power will never be yours."
A crack sounded loud as his palm met her face, anger bursting from him. That was not what he wanted to hear.
"I know the prophecy well. I have studied my entire life. The same as my father and his before him." He spat at her.
"You might know it, but you will never understand it. Evil has clouded your sight."
Before she could respond, a bright light appeared, shining from her eyes. Her whole body rose, floating above the ground.
Wind blew in the cave, a dust cloud forming around them. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. The wind stopped abruptly, and the dust settled. He looked around curiously, not understanding what is happening when a soft voice spoke, coming from all around.
He will come, the one with power
Neither one or the other, but both
A power so great
Neither good nor evil
He will decide
She will be his light, his life, his death
Only with her blood will the power be revealed
With her death, will it be chosen
Evil, the destroyer
Her body dropped to the floor, turning to dust when it contacted the rocks. She was now truly gone, and he could not torture or kill her now. His plan had failed.
He let out a scream, rage filling him. It echoed around the room.
He will find the girl, the one the prophecy is about, and then kill her. He is the only one who will own the power, the ultimate destroyer, and he will cross the planet until he finds it, leaving a path of destruction behind.
