Prologue

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A sigh. Dark hair dangles, sad, drooping, from a messy up-do.

Fingernails tap impatiently on the arm of a dark throne.

Legs cross, impertinent, one over the other.

A long dark coat kisses the cold stone ground.

Another sigh.

Fingers drum harder, beating out a clacking, chilling tempo.

The other hand shifts, restless, meeting a pale chin.

A groan this time.

Breath hisses through angry teeth.

The edges of the large room flicker with red fire, casting long shadows.

Wooden doors creak on their hinges, flapping heavily, stiffly, like the wings of an injured bird.

A flash of sudden light.

A pale orb resting on a stone pillar flares into life. Red light paints the walls.

Dark eyes snap, sharpen.

Legs meet the floor, a spine straightens, all impatience gone.

The orb gradually softens its assault, light fading, the surface murky red.

After a beat, the image clears, sharpens to crystal.

A girl, blonde hair, holds her dress with one hand as she jumps the river at the forests edge. Gracefully, legs pointed, lithe.

A smile, deadly, razor sharp.

"Well", the man rumbles smoothly.

"Finally. Something interesting".

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