Door to the Mist

Prologue

    It started as a perfectly normal day for humankind. The sun rose, people woke and went about preparing for their days. Nothing could prepare them for what was about to happen. At a certain hour, a million doors unlocked at exactly the same time. A million gateways opened. A million portals to a strange and mysterious world hummed into life. And from each of the million doors poured legions, like the unstoppable sands of time.  People stared in awe as hundreds of thousands of figures marched out, each glowing with a distinct otherworldly power. Those who dared to look closer saw that they were clad in glimmering mail and each wore a long sheath at their belt. Their features were sharper and clearer than any human face could ever be. Their expressions were grim, and their eyes outshone the sun. Suddenly, as if by some unseen command, they drew forth thin blades of blue and silver wreathed in flame. The evil fled to cower in their dark holes, but the good flocked to the shining host.

     But how did this begin?  Their origins lie buried beyond the memory of humankind, and yet the knowledge of them has forever remained with us.  But where the tale began is perhaps long before, and perhaps not so far away, in a place so uncharted that to name an exact location would be impossible.