Prologue
A young, robed girl stepped into the dark hall, and stared around. The giant stone walls glowed blue, the reflection of the Portal. She began to walk away when she heard the Portal buzz.
She whipped around, seeing a bulge appear. Then she smiled as a man stepped through it, looking dizzy. He had jet black hair that was slicked back, and a black cloak. His skin was pale... almost white. He had ice-blue eyes.
"Welcome to the spirit worl--" she began, but the man shoved past her.
"Stand aside, you little runt." he said, aiming a staff at the Portal.
Energy formed at the end of it, and a red blast was fired at the ancient transporter.
"What are you doing?!" the girl shrieked. Then she ran toward the man, wand raised. But her attack was to no avail.
She was a slow runner and by the time the was near the man, he had fired a blast into her torso.
She went flying back and skidded across the ground next to a column.
She groaned and looked back at the man, who was kneeling down with a wicked smile on his face.
"Who... Who..." she moaned, trying to sit up.
"Aww, you seem tired, girl." he chuckled. Black energy appeared on his staff. "Why don't you rest? You seem like you could sleep... for one-hundred years!"
"No!" the girl yelled as she started to scramble away, but the blast of black energy had hit her already.
"No..." she managed to get out as her last word. She fell with a thud, and her eyes closed.
The man, seeming pleased, walked away with a grin. His plan was about to take place.