—<^>+<^>{Prolouge}<^>+<^>— Everything was on fire. The flames lapped at the houses, jumped from tree to tree, and spread along the ground. There was screaming, and shouting, and blood. Oh, the blood was everywhere. My hand was red and sticky. I was kneeling on a rough, uneven ground. My clothes were torn, and there was a large blade beside me. Why can't I remember anything! I thought. I was cold, so cold, and shaking uncontrollably. Darkness was creeping at the edge of my vision. There was another scream, much louder and closer sounding. I felt blood seeping out of a cut on my forehead. The darkness closed in, completely enveloping me. An all consuming pit of shadow. I felt myself falling in, getting lost in the eternal depth of a sea of hard, black unconscious, knowing that I may never surface again…