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Prologue
The Hooded Man
The Prophecy
The Hooded Man entered the dark cave at twilight. Each footstep on the damp rock echoed throughout the cavern. Water dripped slowly from the ceiling. Every few seconds, a small bat with glowing eyes would fly from one perch to the other.
"It's here," the Hooded Man said to himself. His voice was pure evil.
He delved further into the cave where a reptile-like creature with black wings and large fangs, called a Juo, appeared. The Juo glanced at the Hooded Man for the blink of an eye then ran back to where he had came.
The Hooded Man laughed at this. He had become accustomed to being a source of fear, and he enjoyed it.
The cave got darker as the man went on. It seemed as if with every step he took a percentage of the remaining light was absorbed into nothingness. The circumstances remained for any heat that would dare stay in the Hooded Man's presence.
Stalactites and stalagmites surrounded him. He was getting closer; in no time the prophecy would be all his. A stalactite fell from the ceiling and landed inches away from him. He pulled it out of the ground and threw it at the wall. The stalactite broke into pebbles. The Hooded Man's strength was unquestionable.
The Hooded Man let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached the prophecy. A broken slab of obsidian withholding the fate of Vesena. He read it to himself. It read:
Seven tears in the cry of war,
Shall fight until there is no more.
The evil king's justice will be served,
And peace of the land will be returned.
The Hooded Man thieved the prophecy and felt a large shake. He laughed as the cavern ceiling fell all around him.
Prologue
The Hooded Man
The Prophecy
The Hooded Man entered the dark cave at twilight. Each footstep on the damp rock echoed throughout the cavern. Water dripped slowly from the ceiling. Every few seconds, a small bat with glowing eyes would fly from one perch to the other.
"It's here," the Hooded Man said to himself. His voice was pure evil.
He delved further into the cave where a reptile-like creature with black wings and large fangs, called a Juo, appeared. The Juo glanced at the Hooded Man for the blink of an eye then ran back to where he had came.
The Hooded Man laughed at this. He had become accustomed to being a source of fear, and he enjoyed it.
The cave got darker as the man went on. It seemed as if with every step he took a percentage of the remaining light was absorbed into nothingness. The circumstances remained for any heat that would dare stay in the Hooded Man's presence.
Stalactites and stalagmites surrounded him. He was getting closer; in no time the prophecy would be all his. A stalactite fell from the ceiling and landed inches away from him. He pulled it out of the ground and threw it at the wall. The stalactite broke into pebbles. The Hooded Man's strength was unquestionable.
The Hooded Man let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached the prophecy. A broken slab of obsidian withholding the fate of Vesena. He read it to himself. It read:
Seven tears in the cry of war,
Shall fight until there is no more.
The evil king's justice will be served,
And peace of the land will be returned.
The Hooded Man thieved the prophecy and felt a large shake. He laughed as the cavern ceiling fell all around him.