Prologue

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Prologue- 

When your life is measured from the very second you're born, it's never easy to be fully happy. Not when your closest friends are fated to die long before you. Especially not when you hear a mothers' screams as her new-born child is ripped from her arms and sent to die. It is even harder to be happy when you're sat in a dark cell waiting for your sentence to be decided by people born of pure evil with centuries of cunning and malice. The cold creeps along his skin and whispers secrets in his ears, the damp welcomes him like a long-lost friend. He has seen worlds created and has changed time, but still he sits there, his wrists rubbed raw and arms aching from the weight of iron shackles.

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