Just a short opening thing, to set the mood, I guess. More to follow. Also, excuse any misinterpretations of Christianity now and in the future. I'm Jewish, so I know only so much ;)

Rights are not mine, and I'm only borrowing these characters. Story, however, is mine.

Algeria. Algeria had been the start of everything. The start and the end. The Alpha and the Omega. He hadn't wanted to liken such a horror as the Shadow to that of his graceful God, but in times of desperation he couldn't help it. It felt, truly, as if God himself was punishing him for trespassing upon sacred ground, the soles of his shoes dirtying the sanctity of that place, his thieving intentions only cementing the fate he'd cast upon himself, and everyone he'd contacted since.

He'd had no idea that his entrance into that tomb, the resting place, perhaps, of Tin Hinan, would have put him at odds with Heaven. Surely he'd never have gone to that damned desert if he'd known. Surely, Herbert would never have asked him there if he'd known. The world would have gone on, just as it had before, unaware of the awful power of a wrathful God.

Daniel wondered if the Shadow brought the end times for the whole world, or just for him. He didn't want to find out, and so had run, like a coward, to a man who had promised protection. Baron Alexander von Brennanburg, a great and powerful lord, who ruled over a bit of land in Prussia.

Daniel couldn't remember traveling so fast in his life. Despite the distance of England and Prussia, he'd felt he'd made it in record time. He could feel the oppression of the Shadow if he lingered in place for more than a night, and hardly slept on the journey.

But, at last, he'd arrived at Castle Brennanburg, so relieved to have it in his sight that he'd completely ignored the fearful and distrustful glances of the villagers. He'd ridden a carriage up to the castle proper, and was met at the doors by the Baron himself. He stood there, arms open and welcoming, like Christ to the hungry and homeless. 'Come unto me' he seemed to say with his smile, 'and leave your weary troubles at my door.'

Safe.