Prologue

“Tell me, what do you see? The child is dying. I will help her; all you have to do is tell me what you see!”

She stared up into the cold, pitiless eyes and began to speak in another earthly voice, “He has embraced the descending darkness, and the streets have run with blood. From the blood and death a girl shall rise and accept the light into her. Grow she shall, to face the darkness.” She collapsed, and a small girl was thrown to her. She screamed as blood gushed from the girl’s arms. “Fix her, you swore that you would. Fix her!”

“Ah, my little Zoe, didn’t you realize, I lied. All I needed was that prophecy, you see. You have given me the last piece to the puzzle. All I need now is her,” he pointed at Morgan, “death. And it won’t take long now. See; look at her, how pale she is.” The man left the room, sure that Morgan was dead.

Zoe looked at the girl, and whispered words of encouragement to her. “No Morgan. You must live. Let the light in Morgan, let it flood you.”

“Zoe, I did that, and it told me that it wants you. Zoe, I’ve got to go now. When you meet Luke, tell him hi from me….” Morgan’s eyes did not shut, she just stared, and she died at the age of five years old.