Transformed

          Transformed by a primitive magic beyond a civilized man's understanding, I was given a horrible gift that no man should possess… It held me, twisted me, turning me at its bidding. I was enslaved by its power, compelled to devour the souls of the dead until I became the monster of my fears.

         I have seen things I wish never to see again. I have done things of which I wish never to speak. Yet I must if I am to find the answers to fulfill my hope.       

         I have walked upon blue ribbons of molten stone to peer into the depth of a man's soul. 

         I watched as a promise made at birth brought my friend Enon to sacrifice everything to become whole again " all in an effort to save the life of his child.

         I have cried without shame for the loss of all I hold dear and for fear that the future will hold more than I can bear.

         I am Tucker Littlefield. Know all that I say now is true-spoken...