Out of Time

Prologue

The walls lit with flame, the floor soaked in blood, the sound of swords clashing in the long narrow halls of Drilacia, the keep in the mountains, heard by all, "We need to finish this, NOW!!"
"We can't.. we aren't strong enough, even with the three of us we can't kill him and make it out alive!", "Then we die trying!" The boy exclaimed to his wounded comrades, rallied by their comrades words the two other boys pick themselves up for one last push just as a dark ominous voice is heard from down in the shadows of the halls.
The dark figure emerges from the shadows revieling himself to the trio. This man was not your ordinary human, he was twisted, warpped by a dark power not yet known by the three standing before him, his eyes were filled with nothing but black, his gaze ripping into the soul of the three, his skin was plagued, his armor was like that of a king, but black, polished and clean, not a scratch compared to his surroundings which were if anything but destroyed. Holes in walls and pillars in clean cut pieces scattered across the already ruined halls. As the dark man strode infront of the trio he let out the final words they would hear for a long time, but not before then end greated them swiftly as the figure cazted in shadow exclamed, "I believe that can be arranged". A few very short minutes later, 'BOOM!!!' An explosion that engulfed the battle field and keep in flame and in light.

As the dust settles and the flames die down, they reveal an entire battle field in ruin, bodies burnt and chard, swords and shields hot to the touch, and a keep brought to ruin. Stone collums on the ground broken in many pieces, the keeps massive walls layed to waste and, deep with in the ruined stronghold, 3 boys, no older than 15, entombed under 3 feet of stone and iron, and a kingly figure impaled by iron poles that were holing up the roof of the centre of the long narrow halls within the would be keep.