Prologue

A dingy leatherbound book sat open on the floor, sprawling letters both in familiar languages and foreign tongues scattered in a seemingly random way upon the pages. A man sitting on the floor had a bowl of dark red liquid in an ornate bowl next to him, often dipping his hand in to copy a symbol from the book onto the ground. as he finished the design, the book seemed to close of its own accord. a knife was dipped into the blood filled bowl, and then pulled into the air as an incantation was spoken. The man then plunged the knife into his chest, allowing his blood to fall into the design, the symbols began to run together. He quickly plunged the knife into the book, a silver strand of light following from his chest along the tip of the blade. As it pierced the cover a silver light shone out and the man alled at the top of his lungs, "MOOOOONNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA!"