Prologue I

  "If he inherits the gift of my bloodline, what will become of your world?" An ethereal voice suddenly interrupts the silence of the night.

  Clad in tattered robes, a man lays in the middle of a clearing, staring at a sky full of stars. Except these stars are not like the ones he grew up with. These stars danced, formed shapes, grew and shrunk in size, creating grand spectacles that continue to amaze the mortal despite having lived with it for almost 5 years now.

  After a moment of silent contemplation, he turns to lock eyes with a black raven resting majestically on a stone slab. Yet black here is an understatement, even pure darkness that the blind experience cannot compare.

  His eyes begin to grow restless.

  "You're worried about the world? What about him? Powers such as yours will incite fear and greed among my kind of people." He scoffs.

  "You will be there to protect him." A soft but confident reply.

  The man pushes himself upright. "I know nothing about your world's powers! And I am but one man - a mere mortal."

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  "And yet you are here. Alive. In this world. Your existence alone shakes the foundation of our realm." A mist of pure darkness emerges from the raven, expanding and slowly engulfing the man. "You fear not this darkness. You are no ordinary man, and you know this."

  "I am not as strong as I once was. You should be there to raise him. To teach him how to control whatever he may inherit from you and yours. You should go back with me." His eyes begin to plead as he stares into the void of darkness.

  "You know I cannot leave. And we both know you and the child cannot stay. The Lord of Twilight’s patience is thinning. You must leave with Adamar or there will be a war so cosmic, its ripples may destroy the boundaries between our worlds." The voice remains calm yet stern.

  "But. I will miss you." the man pouts. His expression is one so childish that no one would ever expect it to appear on the face of Rendart, the Champion Knight of Edir.

  The raven stares at the man at a loss for words - something rare from the fae ruler. The darkness engulfing the man moves and surrounds the raven instead. After a few seconds, it subsides. The form of the raven is no longer there. In its place, a female figure draped in a dress of shadows emerges atop the stone slab. She tries to hold back a smile, but fails. Clutching her stomach, she belts out a laugh.

  “My dearest Rendart. The champion knight sacrificed by his liege. The brave knight who stood and spoke up against a council of fae rulers. And the mortal knight who captured the heart of a Fae queen. For our child to live, you both must go. And for our worlds to remain at peace, I must stay. Now let us return. Tomorrow is the last window of opportunity you have to leave this realm.”