Prologue

The night dark and the air calm, calamity knocking on the proverbial doors as everyone waited for the rainstorm that was about to hit. Little did anyone of the village know that the tragedy was already at their doorstep and without knocking it will enter to wreak havoc as what was about to happen was going to hit them harder than any storm they have ever collectively lived thru.

For one soul that led the entire crusade against the evil was about to fall, never to be awaken again and lead the people on the path which was now about to fade with her death. 

The aforementioned seer took her steps quick and controlled with the help of her staff as to not fall and trip because of her limp that came with her old bones. 

The storm finally began to show it's presence as it started to drop little droplets of water from behind the curtain of dark dense clouds that shrouded the entire twilight skies that day in the village.

Not once did the courageous old lady looked behind her even as her pounding heart knew the dangers were lurking not far from her, as the shadows will follow after her much sooner than later. All thanks to what she held nestled between her old sagging bossoms, wraped in the thickest of cotton she could find in her cottage.

She began to pick up pace until she was sprinting with all her might as soon as the safety of her cottage came into sight. The exertion would later show itself with aches and bruises on her skin but she knew the discomfort won't even get enough time show itself as she soon will join her ancesters because what she had done.

But even then, the seer held no regret in her heart as she knew what she had taken was the only thing that stood between the doom and salvation of the emtire human race. 

Even if it meant the near extnction of her own bloodline for only god knows how many generations. She knew that becasue she has seen it with her own eyes, the future that meant not only her but also her kins of kins ending up in blood and ruins. 

The cotton wrapped object began to almost burn near her chest causing her to begin chanting way before she crossed the threshold of her home. Once she was inside, with whatever the energy was left in her, she threw the table sat in the middle of her room holding most of her charms and runes. 

It was no time to waste on being calm and tidy, He was about to come.

The chanting only became louder and louder as the effects of what she was saying kept showing around her as the wind within the room picked up and the air in front of her slowly started warping and warping until the crystal like blue brilliance appeared with a bang. 

To her frail limbs it felt as if the portal would suck her in with the wind so she kept her feet firmly rooted to the ground. The rain also picked up outside with heavy lightning striking more and more than normal right outside her door.

She knew it was not due to poor weather conditions this night but rather than the unwelcomed guest who was about to trespass her home and she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him.

The seer was willing to give up her life and that of her kin's tonight as she has seen every possibilty she could take but none would lead to the wellbeing of her, her kin and of the mankind. 

She knew this was the one and only chance anyone has against their doomed destiny and him.

The creaky wooden door that certainly has seen better days blew into tiny shards and pieces, rattling the poor seer's soul out of her body with a jolt of fear that ran within her veins as soon as she felt his dark ominiscent presence behind her.

The seer hasty on her nimble fingers took the piece out of the cloth and turned her face to her shoulder to see behind her and mock His presence as she raised her arm so it what she held in her inolent little fingers was visible to Him.

Before he could move against her, she took it closer to her lips and whispered what was going to be the thing that will shape the destiny and determine if the good will prevail or the evil goes rampant.

As the darkly clouded being lept forward seeing the sight of what he thought belonged to him, the seer moved her hand and finally let the object out of her fingers ever since she stole it this twilight.

The piece fell into the blue brilliant portal and in a flash the warpped space in the middle of air closed up and with it gone was the only chance this humanity held against him. 

Praying in her heart one last time that what she did was not in vain; she faced against the menace of the powerful thing standing and heaving in front of her.

She took a deep breath in one last time before her limbs came falling down following a shower of crimson, painting every nook red. Then she fell to the floor not because of unmounting amount of pain from having both her hands cut down but because now both her legs were also hacked down in the same fashion.

And at last her head joined her detached limbs on the floor as she smiled defyingly at him for signifying that he lost tonight to a mere human.