Lightning rent the pitch blackness of night. Thunder shook the ground so hard it might of split. Harpler paced his cell. There hadn’t been a gale this fierce in nigh one hundred and thirty-seven years! He knew something unusual… no… extraordinary… was about to happen, though what he had no clue. Lightning flashed again, and for a brief moment, the man thought he could see the shadow of a figure on the wall. However, this was not just any figure. It appeared to be a warrior. Somehow, just looking at that shadow, he knew that this person was of a pure heart, and that his sword was used for good only.
As suddenly as it had appeared, the shadow vanished. Harpler looked around, but no one else seemed to have seen it. He was just wondering if maybe his mind was playing tricks on him out of sheer longing to be out. Just as he came out of this thought, another man clad in dark robes entered the cell block through a heavy wooden door. He walked down the aisle, and as he did so, Harpler could feel evil radiating of the man in the robes, growing stronger with his every step.
The man stopped in front of Harpler and smiled maliciously.
