Prologue

On the fringe of a world of shade and sorrow, an unimaginable evil lurks. It seeks to destroy the last vestiges of hope that have not yet been strangled from the land. In a last-ditch effort, the younger sibling of the Hero that failed is sent to stop the evil from being summoned, but it is futile. How can a such a small hope, a candle before a firestorm, a raindrop next to the sea, compare with the ultimate evil? Of course it can't. It's just a symbol of defiance, the creation of a martyr.
But a martyr is of no use to a field of corpses. Here, I write down the dark days, my memoirs of the second Hero's march on the Dark Tower.