1 1: Prologue

'Aren'— that's what I called her.

Fragile structure. Curious eyes.

But she's missing.

And I need to find her. With all my might. With all my heart.

But the hammer, Oh, this hammer, and

b-b-l-o-o--....

Jordan fell to the floor. He knew if he didn't do something soon, he might not live long enough to see Aren again. Yes, she was missing. And he didn't know anything about the people who captured him, who kept asking about Aren. Despite being a great warrior, he knew his strength was nothing in front of the magical power they had.

'But is it really possible to use magic like this? Is it really possible to manipulate energy around oneself?' Jordan thought, 'Aren used to talk about magic... it is real... I wish I can see her'.

Darkness surrounded him.

He could not feel his limbs anymore. Couldn't feel the pain. The blood seemed to dry.

The one face, that kept coming in his dreams, appeared once again. Aren. Beautiful big eyes. And beautiful smile. In white dress.

'Don't leave me, Aren', Jordan thought.

'I never did', a feminine voice replied.

And the face disappeared.