Prologue: In Wasteland

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Scattered light fell through the translucent curtains, holy rays of light gracing the fragile figures form, as she knelt in the temple. The messy hair flew wildly at a gust of wind from outside, causing the woman to gasp at the sudden chill on her scratched and bleeding skin. Tears streamed down her face, as she hastily lit the meditation candle.
A relieved sigh escaped her lips, moments before the temple doors were torn asunder. Large black reptilian creatures slid through the gaping hole, gliding placidly towards the woman.
She shakily stood in the flickering light of the candle, as they circled the room impatiently, their eyes glowing crimson red, and debris and bracken coating them like dust. The woman backed up against the solid shrine, holding the candle out in front of her, receiving mixed screeches from the shadowed creatures.
Several cowered backwards in fear of the faint light, while others writhed madly as if stung. One smashed into the ceiling, raining down tiles and beams, until a sharp whistle cut through the dusty room. They all regained their composure and floated towards the sound, leaving the woman alone in the dust.
"Well done. You managed to survive the total annihilation of the entire realm! Would you like a prize?"
A sharp voice cut through as clear as the whistle reeking of sarcasm and confidence, followed by a heavily hooded figure, striding through the dust.
The women squeezed her eyes shut as she sensed them growing closer.
"You can not harm me as long as the candle burns! You know that!"
She gasped out, as long black tendrils of mist crept closer from the stranger.
They chuckled, as the tendrils wrapped closely around the woman and seized the candle from her grasp. They placed it gently on the shrine as they turned their crimson gaze back.
"Why yes! But that doesn't mean I can't take you with me."
In mere seconds the large creatures returned and seized the woman with long black claws.
The cloaked figure smiled darkly revealing sharp gleaming white teeth.
"I hope you have a wonderful stay, in my humble realm, Your Highness."
They swept passionately out of the temple following their dark servants, as the candle glowed brightly in the gathering darkness.

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