WARNING: This series contains stuff that might disturb some readers Prologue 500 years ago He woke up to screams. He looked out his window, but all he could see was fire, fire and blood. He had thought up a prophecy his sleep and he quickly ran to his desk to write it down, but he couldn't find his pen. The scribe looked around desperately, but soon it was too late. He heard a banging on the door. The door was shattered into pieces, and he quickly turn around to see who.. or what broke it down. He could see the streets filled with fire. Some people were running fear filled their faces, though most were dead, their corpses lying on the street for all to see. Blood was everywhere, the town was beginning to drown in it. The scribe stood there in shock as he stared at what lied in the middle of the doorway. A dark shadowy figure with glowing white eyes. "Dark magic" he thought. The shadow-like figure was the last thing he saw, the last thing anyone in that town saw.
I actually messed up when I was drawing the thumb because the eyes are supposed to be white, but I don't wanna redraw it -CHARECTERS The Scribe The Shadow All Credit Goes to @-GamerBob (me) No remixing for no reason, theories are fine though.
