Leaves of Change [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

    On a dark night night, in a dark land, in a dark room with checkered floors and dark walls, stood a throne, black as obsidian.  On the throne sat a being once very much like a man.  But the being was shrouded in shadow, and possessed a heart so dark, so overcome with evil, that it made the stars quiver and fall from their seats in the heavens.

    A second figure crept into the room - a man in a black cloak - and knelt at the foot of the throne.

    "My Lord." he said, as he greeted the dark figure on the throne.

    "Is it done, Zoran?" the figure asked.  His voice was not like a normal human's.  It was deep and ancient, with a sound like a knife sliding across cold, hard stone.

    "Yes, my Lord.  The girl is ready."

    The figure on the throne grinned a grin that would send shivers down the spine of a full grown man.  "Good.  Very good, Zoran.  You have done well.  Now, the time has come.  Prepare the attack."

    "Yes, my Lord."