Prologue

Prologue

Iremembered falling. The emptiness and useless screams. My chest collapsing with the air that shot from lungs with a force too great to overcome. Angry gusts of wind rushing past me, while the clouds overhead darkened and slipped from my grasp like vapor.

Down, down, down. Not like a feather, but a heavy rock slicing through the air.

Then came the whispers:

“The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood.

And the heavens will shake.

But do not be afraid.”

With graceless descension, I was reborn into the putrid depths of darkness.