Ancient Foundations

Prologue

Uric, 1656

Hard, grey droplets slammed against the window clearing the layers of grim in rivulets. Menacing bolts of light slashed through the fat and darkened clouds sending cannons of sound crashing into the feeble stone walls. The forest of evergreens thrashed in the harsh wind in a vain attempt at freeing themselves from their rooted cage.

Everything was set. Everything was perfect. It seemed that even Mother Nature was giving her approval. A cold, heartless chuckle permeated the quiet atmosphere of the room behind the stone wall. No, he knew better. This wasn’t Mother Nature giving her blessing but rather the Great Mistress sending out her warning.

Do not go through with this. Do not invoke such Darkness.

A mirthless smile slowly appeared as the man turned from the rage outside his protected room, her warning to her wayward son.

A soft knock pulled the Dark Priest from his reverie and he gave a silent cough before bidding the intruder to enter.

“We are ready Your Grace,” a robed servant replied in a respectfully low voice. The Priest nodded before leading the young man out of the room.

“Come then, it is time…”

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