<em>By all that is dark and unholy, it is good to hear you dear sister.</em>Jacob sighed in relief as he heard his sister's response after so long.<em>Yeah, I feel them alright, as the darkness one of them possesses.</em>Even through the prison, Jacob smelled the darkness that particular mage harbored as keenly as if he was next to him.<em>A necromancer...very interesting.  You may have him if you want.</em>Then the smell and aura of a fire mage assaulted Jacob's nostrils and magical senses, and the demon couldn't help but wonder who the woman was and what she looked like.<em>Her power is like a flame to my skin.  I want her under me before this is over.</em>There were others above them, but their powers were so intermixed with the regular humans that it was hard to tell who was who and what they had in their blood.  There would be time however, and Jacob could wait.  They had waited this far after all...<br/><br/>A thousand years ago....<br/><br/>'Waking up' in a wooden house of logs, dirt floor, and simple thatched roof, Jacob pretended to be coming awake from a nightmare as he sat bolt upright and looked around frantically.  "You are safe here child.  Lay down and rest, you are not healed yet."  The old woman said to him soothingly, trying to ease him back down.  Jacob could feel the areas where the 'orcs' had marked him, (in reality it had been his sister and he had marked her similarly as well, imitating perfectly the weapons the orcs were so fond of,) and gasped in 'pain' as his wounds stretched and almost tore open under the cloth bandages.  "Your fever broke I see.  That is good young one.  You must be hungry after such a trying time.  Please, rest and grow strong and we shall see what can be done about you and your companion."  The old woman continued while Jacob stayed quiet, nodding at the appropriate places.<br/><br/>"Who...are you?  Where...am I?  What happened?"  The black haired boy that looked no older than 19 asked the kind old woman, trying not to move as much as possible as the healer stood and tended a cauldron of stew she had set over a fire.  "Is...my sister alive?"<br/><br/>"I am but an old woman, charged with the healing of you and whoever survived.  You say it was your sister?  That answers one riddle at least."  Coming back with a wooden earthen bowl, the medicine woman added a few herbs to help speed up the healing process and to ease the 'child' into sleep again.  "Drink this down and do not let it get cold young man.  What is your name?"  Jacob did as she requested before answering simply.<br/><br/>"Zach..."