The Trials of Blood: Prologue

As with all things, there is an end. Just as there is a beginning. It amuses me to realize that my story was never told from beginning to end. That save for those I will die to save, my story will be left untold. Even as the irony of what my life has been, flashes before my eyes in a blur of motion, yet seemingly slow. My name is Crispin, and this is the story few will know, and all will forget in time, as it is twisted, and changed to suit one person or another. This is my life.