prologue

The reflection of fire was illuminated against a cold knife. The knife hovered over a figure resting on a cot. Wrapped in bandages, the sleeping woman was weak and vulnerable. The tent flaps were tied shut, to shut out witnesses. The fire still burned on. Defenseless, the sleeping woman's messy, black hair clung to her face. Undefended and exposed to the danger of the knife, the snow skinned woman slowly opened her eyes as the knife was brought to her neck.

This piece of writing has been sprouted from the innocence of childhood, and thoroughly enjoying being told a goodnight story by your parents after a long day working in the fields. I was lucky enough that I eventually were allowed to leave the farm my family owned so that I might pursue my own desires. These desires were knowledge, and I soon learned to read and I developed a crude form of penmanship that I have spent years toiling over to make it somewhat acceptable.

Prologue: An Ancient Secret

Body, mind and soul, three totally separate elements from itself, but together forms the reality that we see. Knowing his characteristics is important to know who we are, why we are here and even know how this world was, is and will be. The main objective is not knowing their secrets and using it on its own bennefit, but understand them, living with them and most important, having conscious of the great power that can hold these.

"Garn, Shikzâg told me you'd be lazy scum! Get up, sluggard, or I'll have you sent to Sharkey's Pits for Slave-work!" A voice roared.
Morgulg opened his wary eyes and found himself staring into the eye of his fellow companion, Burguz. His first instinct was to spit into the Orc's face and tell him to leave him alone, but Morgulg resisted every urge to do so under the fear of getting throttled.

Prologue

To say that the story of my life has been dictated by the less virtuous instincts of man would be something of an understatement, but forgive me, lest I skip ahead.

I shall start this journal at the point all stories should start, and that would be at the beginning.

Lord Blackthorne was many things. landowner, scholar, husband and even at times something of a musician but of all his pastimes, hunting was his greatest love.