"Your highness, it's that black rain again!" exclaimed one of the peasants.

"Sir, what shall we do about this?", exclaimed another.

The King sat with a decision at his hands. This black rain had overcast the kingdom for days now. Black, acidic rain. Burning through anything it touched. The bodies piled high, only to melt away leaving a strong scent of death throughout the villages. Hope had been lost, and men, women, and children feared for their lives.

As the king pondered his routes to try and stop the fear stricken people, the Jester stood up in the tower. Laughing as his black rain fell to the earth, burning anything and everything. The Jesters face painted in white and black; dressed in his goofy attire, smirked as signaled an end to the rain. He had power over the King now. He was no longer just a face painted buffoon. He had power now, as he was able to kill without even dirtying his own hands. Trading his soul for a chance to sit atop the human race, he was given the ability to control the uses of black magic.

Meanwhile, the King frantically looked for his solution to his problem. As fast as he could he contacted the high priest. Hoping that he could find the answer.

"The only thing we have left to do is pray to God that we survive.", stated the high priest.

Almost as if it was an omen, the heavens opened up and down came a ray of light. Within the light was a figure. A Saint. The almighty had sent down one of his Saints to do battle with the dark forces which was gripping the kingdom in fear.

The Saint walked to the king and stood before him, bowing in respect.

"I've come to save your kingdom", he stated.

"How so? I doubt there is anything which can stop this downfall of evil." the King replied.

"Your highness, I am Saint Galen. I alone shall end this Jesters reign."

With that, the Saint walked off in to the distance; an aura of bright light following him. He was the only chance the King had for survival and he was more than willing to take it. For some reason Galen had seemed so right for the situation. Almost as if he was destined.