A beautiful woman sat silently in a dimly lit room. I couldn't see her very well but she sat as still as a stone with her head bent down hands folded over each other. She was like a statue until .... A dark void had appered behind her just as quickly it came it had done its work. A long sword impailed the sitting priestess and retuned to its owner and the black void. The woman fell silently but not before looking at her son as her life fell with her. This small boy with ruby eyes would grow to become the only person able to see through me, but how? How did he grow to be the way he is?