PROLOGUE
It had taken several years to rebuild the Tower. But the restoration was still not fully completed. Signs of the battle that took place centuries ago were still evident on the outer walls. It was a battle of unimaginable magnitude that eventually led to the Tower’s destruction.
Dusk was approaching when the High Priest and his acolytes arrived and entered the Tower. At the entrance, the High Priest was met by the rich merchant who had been instrumental in arranging this meeting. The rich merchant then led the High Priest through a number of halls where numerous apprentices could be seen studying arcane scrolls.
At the end of the last hall, they ascended a flight of stairs that led to the chamber of the Master of the Tower. A long elegant table was at its center. The rich merchant bid the High Priest to sit at one end. His acolytes stood by the door that they had entered. A few moments later, another door at the far side of the chamber opened. A man wearing robes of the darkest black emerged. This was the Master of the Tower and his eyes glowed with a reddish hue.
The High Priest was the first to speak. “Three years from this day the sign will appear,” the High Priest said to the Master of the Tower. “My followers have begun their preparations.”
The Master of the Tower nodded approvingly.
“I have located the Tome,” the Master of the Tower said. “No one must thwart his return.”
The High Priest however looked troubled. He then said, “There is a group that may have discovered the truth about the events seven hundred years ago.”
The Master of the Tower was silent.
“They are insignificant,” the rich merchant said. “I will deal with them.”
“Then all is set,” the Master of the Tower said. “The prophecy will soon be fulfilled.”