Prologue

A council of gods was in session.

The voice of destiny spoke…

“A death will come to find one of us.”

“I have foreseen,” droned the voice of magic, “The balance will shift in two weeks.”

“Who is it that will die then?” the voice of war thundered.

“We do not know…”

“Why do we need to hold this council?” inquired the voice of reason.

“He whom is destined to slay a deity… is mortal, a man.”

Silence spanned the cosmos…

“What is this creature’s name?” commanded the voice of fury.

“We do not know…”

“What can be done?” questioned the voice of necessity.

“We can do nothing. They cannot affect our world, just as we cannot affect theirs, directly.”

“Agreed, but what you say, that a mortal will… That violates the forces that bound our existence, our ethic, it cannot happen.”

“Regardless of past limitations or perceptions, a Deity will die… at the hands of a mortal.”

“Blasphemy!”

“The rules of our existence prevent action.”

“We must learn more,” reasoned the voice of acceptance.

The voice of magic injected, “Many mortals will witness the fall for it will take place in small village. I know it is one of these men. We will watch them; the outcome of impending events will be irreparable.”

The voice of balance concluded, “This event should not be permitted, but there is little we can do…”