Prologue

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Flames. Red, hot, angry flames.

They surrounded me, they licked at my exposed skin and left behind a boiling red mark.

Screaming. Over the crackling of the fire and groaning of the wood, I heard screams. Most were filled with pain, while others were the cries of battle.

My heightened sense of hearing allowed me to hear outside of my burning home. The clinking of metal on metal, growls, snarls and the occasional ripping followed by a yelp.

My small form trembled in fear as I scrambled to get away from the heat. I started coughing profusely as the black smoke threatened to swallow me whole. I was trapped, laying as close to the ground as possible in a corner. Tears streamed down my face as the fire got closer, I'm going to die. My throat started to burn as I tried to gasp for air.

And then it happened, my saviour. There was a loud crashing thump as something heavy landed somewhere. I closed my eyes and when they opened I sighed in relief. I was scooped into a pair of arms, and then it was no longer hot or suffocating.

I rolled my head to look at my hero, but my sight only caught one thing before the darkness finally consumed me. His eyes. They were as black as the sky above us, as black as his soul.

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