A red comet traced the sky, attracting,the attention of those who were resting in their beds that night.Old Gwei was one of them.Putting her hand to her wrinkled, parchment-colored forehead, she
leaned more heavily on her staff and tried to quicken the pace of her feeble feet. At the moment when the fiery messenger of the Gods cast its shadow on the beautiful Myristal, Gwel knew what was coming. Events that would
follow would shake the Abyss in which the Demons dwelled, the Kingdom
of Feira, the home of the humans, and even the Seventh Heaven, forcing the Jasper Emperor to recall his duties.
The Red Comet was a message from Fate herself, who stands above all
the Gods, immortals and mortals. She had made her move, sliding the first
pawn across the board with a firm, unwavering hand. This was enough for
the world to burn down according to the predictions.
Gwel walked down the street, watching the crimson fade into the inky
blackness of the night.
"I hear you, my Queen," she whispered through her chapped lips and
grinned, revealing her crooked teeth. "I hear you."
The comet disappeared and Mirystal, as if mocking it, lit up the
meadow with a silver glow again. It tried to get rid of the crimson glow
that, like blood, left a coppery taste on the tongue. That night marked the beginning of a chain of events that would forever
change the world.