~ Prologue ~
The wooden door swang open, cold, snowy air rushed in. A short, plump woman bustled into the wooden farmhouse. The room was awathed in a fierce, orange glow. The fire crackled hungrily and shadows danced around the room. The woman shut the door quickly and rushed to the ancient hearth rug. She knelt down in worship. A lone, starstone dragon statuette adorned the ledge above the fireplace. The woman's face was contorted with concentration, her harsh brown eyes were shut tightly and her open palms curled so serverly they were drained of colour as she murmered a long-forgotten prayer feverishly. The Bloodruby eyes and small Deathstone sphere grasped in the claws of the small, starstonedragon were illuminated with a bloody, unearthly light.
Light footsteps echoed from the wooden staircase. A tall adolescent boy emerged seemingly from the shadows. He had a messy mop of short hair as black a sthe cavity where his mortal soul had once resided. He moved with surprising, unnatural grace towards the hearth rug. His dark travelling cloak flared behind him like the cruelly curved wings of an overgrown bat.
"You're back, Aunty," his voice was slightly surprised and edged with resentment. He called her 'Aunty' out of habit, she had beaten it into him since before he could remember, the hatred was still there. If any of this showed on his face it was masked so quickly you could almost have believed it hadn't been there at all.
The woman at the hearth suddenly ceased muttering andstruggled to her feet. Her mouth was curved in a sick smile. She struggled to hold onto the smile, no facial expression with any relation to friendliness came naturally to her swollen face.
"Ah, Havik, I have something that might intrest you," she said in a sickly sweet voice. Had she been able the woman would have grinned like a rabid hyena.
Havik, underneath hiscalm, composedmask, was very afraid. She could never know what he thought or felt. The woman was a diseased rat clothed as a human. There was a gaping, slimey cavern where the Aunty-nephew love should have been, she would leap swiftly at any chance to get to him. The woman, still 'grinning', reached inside her winter cloak and drew out a small pale orb. She cupped tenderly it in her fleshy hands. The sphere bore striking resembelence to the stone the dragon statuette guarded. Both orbs began to glow eerily with a full spectrum of colours. The immensly oversized woman began to cackle softly to herself.
"I suppose it begins," she 'giggled' insanely,"I wil fulfil the Rarivarh'an!"
"Rarivarh'an..." Havik's vioce trailed off. It reminded him of something. He couldn't think straight enough. He knew it was there, so very faintly- A bolt of white, hot enery pulsed through his body. He kept his face masked.
"I'm unsure of your knowledge on this topic, Havik," his aunt's face was painted with a vile smirk,"our family has been part of its legend for over 100 generations. It rests here. Thousands of years waiting. All over with you."
"Me?" Havik queried with mock innocence, he knew exactly what was happening. After all it was all in his favour.
"Yes, Havik, my beloved nephew, you. I shall raise the great god Kivah'salah from his eternal slumber," she went on, oblivious to her nephew's presence, caught up in her own glorious revelation, "you shall be the vessel. Through your death, most worthy of the ultimate glory, He shall live once again. It is the end, I'm sorry Havik, I've had fun...goodbye."
The fevered woman held out the glowing sphere and began to chant robotically. Havik began to laugh hysterically.
"I think not, Aunty," he mused. havik reached out his hand and clamped it over the orb and it shone blidingly with a bloody, crimson light. Havik could feel the power now, coursing through His veins, His life blood. it was addictive. He watched rejoicefully(sp?) as his aunt's body and mortal soul began to fade from existance.
"Thank you, Aunty, it is you who is the vessel!" He exclaimed in a deep voice, so ancient, so powerful, so unlike him,"I thank you for your generous sacrifice, I am now fully awakened, as prophisised." With those final words He was one with the world, His mortal body was no more. His aunt's empty shell thudded heavily to the floor, her face was still etched in the same triumphant, sick 'smile'.

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