Chapter One: Verol creeps me out, and I meet Howard and Helena
Normally, I don't mind the color black. It's a good color for hiding in. It's a good color to wear when I'm on a secret mission. But right now I really don't like it. Maybe it is because I'm locked up in an uncomfortable little prison cell. Stupid Verol. I would appreciate a bit of light. What's he going to do? Make me pale and sickly so I can't get away? Whatever it is, I wish he would stop.
Click.
Light floods into my little cell. I squint, barely able to see in the sudden light, and make out to bulky figures. One is carrying a double-sided sword, the