Prophetic whispers tore through the ruined minds of the villagers. The air was moist with recent rainfall, and dark clouds began to collect in the battered sky. None dared walk the streets at the first sign of the Darkness, the first of the warnings given to the mortals of a future of ravaged pitch. The sun itself seemed to wane like a moon being carved away piece by piece. As the buildings dimmed and the thunder started to sound, all knew they were forsaken.
