Prologue

And let the 6th-grade idea of drama begin...

PROLOGUE

 

 

 

 

Lord Aton sat in his castle on a breezy summer night—and he was laughing. It was a cold, icy laugh, not a child’s giggle, or an old gentlemen’s chuckle, but the kind of laugh that made you want to turn off the sound. Soon, without the Amethyst Crystal, Phantalla’s good forces would fall apart, and Lord Aton would rule over all. Every soul would fear him, Lord Aton, mightiest of all!