PROLOGUE All lights in the streets of the Braeryn were being killed. Fire needed for creatures without the ability to see through the darkness were smothered out under a heavy darkness that seemed to pull away at the soul, and indeed, one could feel the necrotic essence of such thick mist. The closest goblins scurried away into the feeble shelter that nearby buildings of stone and other materials offered, running away from the killing fog that seemed to wither everything in its path. Every now and then, boots were glanced through the murk, figures that ran from here to there in uncertain patterns to the beholder, but in sure and certain step

They told me to continue my mission. I didn’t. They told me that I succeeded in my previous one. You. That it was completed. You were born, you drew breath, and you lived. They said it was no longer necessary. You are my child, my daughter! Not an it and certainly not something to discard or forget. . . . It was terrifying to be taken from you. They had dragged  me . . . your father and grandfather earned new scars that day in my defense. . . . In the end I went with the drow I belonged to, so you could still have a safe home in Winterhaven and a family to love and look after you They told me to stay away from him, my Sammy, your fat