Prelude

High above the sky, past the light of the sun, lay a darkness inked in black. Two cloaked figures hover above the realm of the heavens looking down upon the Earth as thunder rumbles beneath their feet. Suddenly, one of the shadows moves forward drawing an arrow through a golden bow, aiming into the darkening abyss below. A voice cries out in the shadows, “Do not miss!” The other voice strongly responds, “I will not.” The arrow flies from the bow, disappearing into blackness, and hurtles towards the Earth below, towards its mark. A voice whispers in the darkness, “What have we done?”