Prologue

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The bright light bounced softly off of a shrouded figure's crude armour, a tiny glint underneath a garish hood suggested a cruel smile.

Before long the lone figure shifted in its throne, a chair sporting a nightmare inducing menagerie of skulls and bones, as the figure shifted some more an awful crunching sound followed: the sound of bone snapping.

"Soon, soon Yggdrasil will be open once more, and what was rightfully mine will be snatched from those who took it," The creature said in a grating raspy voice "Soon , so soon."

It crooned, before relaxing once more into its throne, and slowly but surely the cracking of bleached bones was gone, the night became silent and the air filled with the stench of death, the darkness could be heard echoing the word soon.

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Okay, this is my first serious attempt at a novel, please bear with me and remember, all flames will be used to keep me warm in winter.

Also remember do not read if absence of religion offends you, also don't read if gore and other such stuff offend you as well.

Bye and peace out.

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