1 Prologue

A petite female wizard speed down the narrow, dark and seemingly never-ending hallway laid out in front of her as if her goal was slipping through her fingers as we speak. After about an eternity and a half, she finally reached the door she'd been searching for and ripped it open, void of hesitation.

"L-lady General Chrystal!" the woman shouted, slamming the side of her hand to her forehead in a respectful salute.

The pregnant General whipped around fast as gravity would allow, all while bearing the weight of the small child inside her. The general's infamous whip responded along with her, only to be lowered at the sight of her guest.

"Yes, Specialist Kora, what's going on?" It was almost as if the small woman could reach out and grasp the exhaustion stemming from her commander's voice.

"I have come to take you to your ceremonial birthing area!" Kora shouted, this time dropping into a deep bow.

No words this time, only a simple sigh escaped the pregnant woman as she allowed her weapon to disappear.

The pair struggled down the hallways, making their way to the stairwell that lead to the basement of this ancient castle. As if on cue, the general began to leak. Kora took immediate notice and began to fill with deafening panic. She was so filled with panic, that if emotional capabilities could explode, hers would be all over the stone walls right now.

Then, by the grace of God, an angel descended from the heavens above and lovingly graced the struggling women with its presence.

"General Timothy! S-she-her water broke!" all professionalism eluded Kora as her precious general entered labor.

The woman's husband lifted her up without a second thought and whipped out his wand, his icy magic carried the three to their destination much faster than Kora's two feet ever could.

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Deep down, within the depths of this God-given earth, a sparkling purple eye slowly lit up, slicing through the darkness around the creature. A second eye flew open as this beast, damned to eternal slumber, was awakened for the first time in 100 long, dark years. An event of Jurassic proportions was taking place right at this very moment and this monster had awoken just in time to witness it in all its hell-bound glory.

"It has begun."

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Chrystal screamed, this unborn child ripping through her insides in a vicious attempt to escape the warm, 9-month long prison.

She was in labor.

As she had been for the past 8 hours, the child just didn't seem to know how to leave, however, this pain was more than she expected. It was horrendous, vile, putrid, soul-crushingly horrible. Chrystal could almost feel every nerve and fiber in her body being torn apart one-by-one, however, whenever she glanced down, her body was still very much intact.

A shivering soon-to-be father was gripping her hand, pleading with his eyes for this to be over soon. The 8 hours had felt like 8 years and her screams were ringing through his ears like church bells.

And then it stopped.

Just like that.

Chrystal went silent so abruptly, her poor husband thought God had taken her. Nevertheless, that was far from the case. A tiny baby had taken refuge in a nearby nurse's arms who was attempting to clean the bloody child, his bride breathing heavily next to him, however, exhaustion was immediately overtaken with joy, as she was beside herself with happiness.

The woman's joy was short-lived as a wave of pitch-black dread washed over everyone in the room. The nurse came close to dropping the newborn, complaining of the baby burning her. The father retched. The mother resumed her infamous screaming. The two priests fell to their knees in agony, clutching their throbbing skulls. This suffocating darkness began swimming throughout the room like a serpent, seeming to poison everything it came in contact with before eventually receding back into-

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"That's enough."