Prologue

There was once a brave knight who was a healer and a warrior. He fought in the name of his kingdom. He fought in a war, fighting for, saving the lives, of people he never met.

In one battle, he got an injury. He had almost died, but it seemed like Lady Fate had other plans for him. He lived, but seen as unable to return to battle. He was sent back home.

Life after was dull and dreary, plagued by nightmares. He ached, yearned and desired adventure. That was when he came into his life, a sorcerer. It was an old friend who introduced the knight to him. He helped solve all the strange goings on, and together they got a nice flat to live together. The sorcerer had given a lasting impression on the knight, telling him his entire life story, from his injury, to his sister; the town drunk.

Almost everyone said not to get involved with the sorcerer, warning him that his magic would soon become dark. The knight ignored these words.

As they lived together, the knight’s opinion of the sorcerer grew. The sorcerer was arrogant, lacked empathy and often worked on spells in the kitchen. Spells that almost destroyed their flat. His work constantly almost got them both killed. He drove off all of the women the knight had tried to court…

He was also the most incredible person the knight had ever met.

They had many adventures together, where the sorcerer had amazed the knight at every turn. The knight had even chronicled these adventures, much to the sorcerer’s disapproval.

Their first adventure had to do with a people dying, supposedly suicide, yet they only one left a note. Through is knowledge, the sorcerer had discovered that they all had a connection. They all had took a ride in a carriage. They duo tracked the carriage, and the sorcerer was taken and almost was another victim, if not for the knight.

Another adventure sent them to a stronghold where there had been sightings of a beast. A hound. The sorcerer had seen the hound, but it went against everything he ever stood for. Then he tried to make the knight see the hound, which the knight did not react well to.

Throughout their adventures, they met another sorcerer, a necromancer. He had used his magic to transform him to be half man, half spider and he had weaved a web of crime and wrong doings.

Their first encounter was when the necromancer had set up a game of sorts for the sorcerer. He would kidnap people, threaten their lives unless the sorcerer could solve a puzzle of sorts. The necromancer’s demands soon entailed a scroll containing deadly spells. Spells that could wipe entire kingdoms off the face of the earth. The hostage that time was the knight.

Their second encounter had the necromancer manipulate the people of the town to believe the sorcerer was not as great and powerful as they thought. That he set up everything. That he hired the necromancer.

The knight and sorcerer soon became fugitives, only place to hide being the tower there they met. They soon had a fight, ending with the knight calling the sorcerer not human and leaving.

Soon after, the knight realized how stupid their fight was and rushed back to the sorcerer. He had no idea what was going on.

The knight got to the tower in time to see the sorcerer standing on top of the tower.

The sorcerer then jumped, falling, falling. Hitting the ground. Bleeding. His blood everywhere. The knight rushed to his side, checking for any signs of life. Only seeing those brilliant eyes open, unblinking.

Dead.

John Watson awoke screaming the name of the sorcerer that fell in his dream. The man who fell, he knows not how many times.

“Sherlock!”