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Prologue: Morgan Wayne

The hospital room was dimly lit and the building was nearly abandoned. The faint sounds heard from the other side of the now locked door was a familiar melody playing on haunting chords. Death lingered over the woman as she lay comfortably still on green sheets that loomed with the smell of unknown infection. It wouldn't ever clear, as there was no cure. In the women's skinny, weak hand, she weakly grasped a Polaroid photo of a small girl who resembled herself. Another slightly older girl was slouched over in the doctor's short circular chair, grasping the blanket-covered women's small, white safety rail. That girl was me, Morgan. The two of us seemingly shared moments of silence between one another in a never-ending purgatory of grief.

"Morgan, it's been many years since I began to work under Voltdy. He is a marble of a man. He truly is. He once was, at least, but can you not see how hard it is for me to let him go? You must kill him, Morgan, for he is corrupt. He has wronged us, Morgan. Look around you and see how much damage he has caused. Donna is dead, and it won't be much longer until I join her. He did this to us. He did this because he hates you, Morgan. He hates you because he knows you're the only one who can overtake him. Prove him right for me. Take that man down, take away the one thing he loves the most, just like he took us away from you." The woman I admired all my life spoke as though she had the energy necessary to fight, but yet she lay, weak as ever. I felt that I would only be safe near the women who stood up against Voltdy all these years, up until her last days. She was like a mother to me, so this could not be happening. She taught me things most people would never speak of. She trained me to become an above and beyond human being. I am eternally grateful for everything she has done for me.

This incredible woman, her name was Jocelyn.

Jocelyn had two daughters, and one of them, named Donna, had since passed away. She was much older than me with a boyfriend and the maturity that went along with that. She was one to be admired, just like her mother. She was an angel; she was beyond what I believed I could ever become. She is gone now, taken by Voltdy. Voltdy created a strain of an incurable and untouchable virus to torture them until their deaths.

"She's almost seven now." Jocelyn changed the subject. The picture she held in her hands was her everything. I envy my young daughter as she had the one thing I was not fortunate enough to have myself: loving parents. Yet she too suffers her mother's destiny. She would nevergo too if I cannot save her. One part of me wanted her to nevergo but what was the point of letting her go, if like her older sister, if I could stop her? I knew from the beginning that she would survive Jocelyn and Donna. I knew she must be hurting with me right now, for she was Jocelyn's everything. She grew up knowing nothing else. In the end, to allow this young girl to suffer was letting Voltdy win.

Alas, she was not his final target. He would leave Jocelyn's husband completely untouched, Donna's husband completely unharmed, so their husbands would suffer the most. The worst part is they wouldn't be able to fully understand or even grasp such pain. They cannot because they were put to sleep and placed behind an ignorant shield of bliss. Somewhere within them, they would feel all that unrelenting agony to hopefully never be unleashed. If they were to be set free once more, why would they stay? It's all so sick and twisted, and I'm forced to be trapped in the middle of it all. At barely eleven years old, I have to take all of what is right and all of what is wrong and use it, as I have been doing, to make all of God's decisions. I was born into this, not of my own choosing. Nobody has ever truly loved me for me, just as I have for them. The thing is, I don't even fully understand what sets me apart from everyone else. When I do find out, what will happen when I do? Jocelyn and Donna have been there for me while fighting many of my own demons, and now it feels like we haven't slain a single one. She cannot be my mother, and she cannot be my sister. I must take what I've learned from each of them, and not become corrupted by what hurt Voltdy so profoundly in the first place, single handedly purifying Zavor for all of my people, return to them what they have lost, have faith in who they are, and help us all return home.