PROLOGUE I
It was time.
The King had awoken from a deep meditation, deeper than he had previously gone. He thought only for a moment, before contacting his subordinate.
Prismo, we need to discuss something, meet us in our quarters.
We’ve noticed something. Something wrong.
There are pockets in the continuum, things that we remember, but haven’t happened.
Like what? I don’t seem to recall anything like that.
How long has it been since we waited for the final member of this gathering to arrive?
Prismo sat thinking for a second, upon thinking, he felt both that it had not been too long, but also like it had been almost years.