“Long ago, before this land was harvested into what ‘god’ decreed would be the land of beasts there was nothing.” The Witch Queen spoke with a flourish as she stepped through the massive hallways with me in tow. She had yet to tell me where we were going but I decided it was safer for me not to ask. “Just a shallow pool filled with a limitless amount of ‘what-ifs’, it was then that he was born.”
“He?” I asked despite my nervousness.
“I know not his name, but for the past hundred years he has haunted my dreams—his ominous promise always the same.” She stopped and turned to me; she was tall—taller than me. “He seeks to watch this world crumble back into what it once was. A world of chaos and disorder.”
She started walking again. “I was a fool. I thought that by separating that boy from he
