The begining

The Arch-magi Thedonus poured over the old tome one last time. He once again checked to make sure every componet of the ritual was perfect, he knew he couldn't afford any errors. Thedonus was beyond old, his pallid skin stretched so tight over arthritic bone it look as if a breeze would tear it. His milky eyes teared as he tried to focus on the scrawls in the book.
   Thedonus was Arch-magi in skill only, his formal title of the head of all mages guilds had been stripped long ago by the temple, for practices boardering on herasy. If they only knew what was coming he mused. A fallen mage maybe but one who surpassed in all circles of magic, even the new Arch-magi wished for his death. Thedonus smiled to himself they will all get their wish.
   He started the chant, a strange gutteral tounge one that instantly fled from the mind. The words were harsh, and the ancient lungs powering them made it that much worse. The chanting went on for hours, then days. Thedonus never paused, his mouth felt full of ash, his body yearned for sleep for food, but the reading must continue. After what seemed an eternity the mage stopped a drew a small silver dagger. With his face showing no emotion he plunged the dagger into his own chest and fell over, instantly slain.
   I smiled to myself, all the wisdom of the old master would be mine. I don't know what he was trying to achieve but his failure was my gain. I started looking at the books upon books of spells and rituals hardly knowing where to begin.

   The three gutter snipes were playing a game of kick can, living on the 'burbs of Renchas was a hard life, but they had to find fun wherever it could be had. Suddenly Joshura jerked, and looked around.
    "Whats wrong J?" Phillian asked, to him it looked as if Joshura might have a case of water jerk, had to be carful to boil water good.
    "Yer, wha wrong?" Andian never was too good with words, old head injury from an overzelous civil patrol man.
   Joshura didn't answer them,  he looked at his hands his feet. when he turned to face the ragged boys, a terrible light was in his eyes.
   "Leave me be whelps." his voice was like a snake dipped in ice.
   "Jorsh", Andian begain. Before he could finish, Joshura said somthing in a weird language and Andian turned to dust. Phillian ran, as only those born on the street can.
   Joshura chanted in a horrid tounge, a language never intended for men. A sound like the ripping of glass filled the air, and suddenly before the boy stood an abdomination, a nightmare brought to life.
   "It appears your incantation works, fiend, how long?" Joshura asked the beast.
   "Young body old mind, Thedonus" The gutteral low murmmer of the thing horrible to hear "The spell of presestent rebirth makes you immortal, now you owe"
    Thedonus could hear the echos of all the spawnkin..."owe,owe us, owe"
   "I keep my bargans, the spell shall be cast" Thedonus was far beyond caring about what he was going to unleash on the universe. "You realize it will take time to prepare everything required."
   "Time means nothing to the immortal, nothing to us, now nothing to you."
   With a sound like a thousand infants yelling the nightmare disappeared. Thedonus smiled, he now had a million lifetimes to work his evil. The temple would pay, oh yes it will pay.