Prologue

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   "It is coming... They are coming..." Chuckled a masked man who stood alone in a dark room atop a round table; staring at the two doors where twelve souls were to enter from as if he were mesmorized.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as twelve sheets of paper with the exact same words written on them materialized in his hands. He looked around once and smirked as he threw the fully materialized papers into the air.
As if by magic, hands of air began to fold the papers into paper airplanes as the man kept his hands behind his back while a demonic smirk began to form slowly on his lips from behind his white mask.
He chuckled as the paper airplanes stayed afloat in the air as if someone were holding him.
   "Yes... This will suffice..." The man said and slowly raised his left hand above his head.
As he raised his hand, the tips of the airplanes faced his hand and began to rise as his hand raised.
When he faced his hand towards the door, the airplanes stared at the door that opened slowly with a loud crealing sound echoing throughout the room.
   He chuckled and began to speak. "The Tile Maker, The Moon, The Sun, The Shield of Metal, The Follower, The Rebel, The Carefree, The Adventurer, The Merciless, The Ruler, The Strategist, The Peacekeeper... Bring them here."
The planes seemed to snap into action and flew out the doors to the other world. The world which actually exists.
Not this extensional void which allows one to bend time and reality. And break logic and create illusions...
Illusions... Wherein you actually feel the pain?
No. Not Illusions.
Reality.
The man closed his eyes and could see the planes fly towards their destination in the dark night outside of his mansion.
The stars that sparkled above were a beautiful sight. Yet in that night, a mystical happening is about to come. And it will happen to twelve. Twelve unlucky souls...
   "Well then..." The man smirked to himself and fixed the cuff of his suit and straightened out his collar.
   "Why don't we let the magic happen?" He said proudly as his loud voice echoed throughout the room. He laughed maniacally as he spun on one heel and looked up towards the glass chandelier above him and with a flourish, he had disappeared.

-End of Prologue-

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