Prologue

A dark cloaked figure walked into an old dusty room that looks as though nothing has been touched in hundreds of years except for a statue in the corner. The statue was of a young looking woman with a look of betrayal and anger permanently edged on her stone face. The cloaked figure reached its covered hand up and gently caressed the stone woman's cold cheek "it's finally time my queen," they whispered in a dark tone. The figure took out an old ratty book and pried it open with some force, as if the book didn't want to be open, and began chanting in an unknown langue εδώ μου στοιχεία της γης και απελευθερώστε το άτομο που κρατάτε μέσα, ώστε να δουν ξανά την ομορφιά σας. (edó mou stoicheía tis gis kai apeleftheróste to átomo pou kratáte mésa, óste na doun xaná tin omorfiá sas.) After the cloaked figure finished its chant the stone around the woman began to break off as if she was shedding the rock like skin. The woman collapsed into the cloaked figures arms unconscious. The figure could now see the woman's features clearly instead of as stone, pale white skin and onyx black hair, and held her close before stating "you are even more beautiful than I imagined my queen. Rest for now and soon you will reclaim your rightful throne." And with that the cloaked figure disappeared out of the room with the woman in hand.