Prologue

A dark figure stood in the forest, looking out into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating long shadows that dappled the large clearing. Suddenly a shill whistle pierced the air. A huge beast landed in the clearing and roared at the sky, sending animals into hiding and birds into flight. The figure leaped the impossible distance to the creature's back, and the beast shook its head before taking flight. The animals stayed in hiding long after they were gone, for the beast stuck a primitive fear in them which no reason would overrule.

The figure gave a command and the creature set off in the direction of the Elven city Imaldris, or Rivendell. The figure's lips twitched slightly in the shadows under their dark hood. There was a secret meeting being held there, and they knew that they hadn't been invited, and weren't going to be any time soon. However, they were going anyway, whether they were welcome, or not.