Prologue: Premonitions of the future.

A crystal ball shows a powdery smoke spinning, dissolving into a picture of our galaxy.

It comes together in the mind like a whirlwind of images. A man is killed at the end of a horrible day in a park. Two women are killed through some cursed affiliations, one is buried in a coffin; the other is drowned. One man, who is supposed to die at the end of noose, unexpectedly survives. The crystal ball of the future so un-written that brings some untold fortunes and futures is looked on with worry. One inexplicable end becomes a certainty. From the viewpoint of space, the man or demon known as John Crystal can see a ray of light like a lightning bolt cut the earth in half. It then explodes into tiny particles and atoms. A scary silence remains….

The world was split; it was true, between good and evil. And the power remained on the side of evil but without an earth, there aren't any sides. Crystal understood this well. He was a tall man of unknown face and body. One could guess he wears black dress suits or blue ones. Part of the mystery was in his ability, to form shaped shadows of himself. It was like being a mirror for the world, as John liked to think. He could be anywhere and once he had learned to solidify, the ability had grown by itself. He had even come to project images of others in his appearance, to become others. In that, he considered himself a chameleon because he could be anyone at any time. The thing was that, he never had a true shape and what he learned through his shadows was like a never-ending amnesia with everything coming through like a distant memory. With his great desire to keep things secret, it was a trend that disturbed him constantly. Once a shadow was created, it took days to be rid of the thing. It didn't die; it just disappeared. Even if it was attacked, it lived, which is what made the shadows dangerous, they were invincible for a time. Perfect crime puppets because they never left a fingerprint and their trail was always a false one. They could serve time in jail but they soon vanished. And it was all controlled by one man, John Crystal.

He was the CEO of Monzanto, an evil and crooked, farming franchise that took advantage of farm worker's rights and their properties. Apart from being a simple evil, John was also a smart businessman, though somewhat uncaring. He took advantage of the United States rights of patent and patented a form of life, a plant DNA. Once traces were found in other crops, he took them over, claiming them as his property, hence increasing his farming industry and destroying the propensity for Naturallly grown fruits and vegetables. It was evil in more than one way.

Currently, he sat at a throne-like altar, where he was being shown the mysteries of the future by a witch or a woman with a talent in dirty blue robes. Her nose didn't have that aspect of ugly that fairy tale witches had. She was pretty, for a forty-year-old. The robes were for protection, as she had said, when it started. She did have a mole below her right eye but she figured that some clichés couldn't be extinguished. Her hands didn't move across the crystal ball mysteriously as in most stories. In fact, she was just sitting across from it, in a trance with her legs crossed. She snapped her fingers and the lights in the room went on.

On her right, was a door marked, "Staff Only" and on her left was a bed beside some other room furniture, including a mirror. She didn't turn to look at John because she couldn't really see him. He was like a blue and black blur in space. He spoke normally, human in any case but his shape was false. He was a thin man in oversized black all. A cloak ensnared his whole being. The only visible thing was his glowing green eyes. They were human eyes from what the witch could tell but the shine came from the black background. "What's this?" he asked.

She looked at him, nervously. "It's the fate of the world."

"Why?"

"Something can be changed to stop it," she said, her voice was raspy daggers like she had something stuck in her throat.

"Why?" The green eyes repeated.

"The reason is cloudy."

"The men and the girls, who are they?"

"Malidennnsss," she hissed.

"It's not as cloudy as you think," said John. "My ancestors left the deed undone."

John referred to some supposed rivalry of the past, where the Crystals killed off the line of Malidens to the last child. Somehow, the line survived.

"There are four," said the witch and hesitated.

"You lie," said John's voice.

A tear escaped the witches' eye before she said, "And a child." She could not lie to him. Fear of dying kept her from protecting the baby.

"Hmmmm," the voice said, "The crystal foresees their death. All we need to do is make sure the fourth one dies. Evil and good can no longer co-exist; there is no hope for this world. We must take over and quickly. What do I care if this child dies? Five people dead to save the world. What would you rule over without it, witch? Or do you think some dim-wit, a supposed miracle of the supposed, is going to stop me?"

The world was either going to change for the better or the worse or else it would be nothing….

Not many hours later….