Prologue

Flames glowed in the darkness as a village began to burn. Citizens ran away from the creatures that besieged it. The monsters snarled and howled with satisfaction as they ripped open into a man, tearing him from limb to limb. One gave a growl, warning off the rest of them who tried to take his prey. They looked toward a small house down by the crops, they saw a woman, holding a child in her arms. They gave chase, honing on their killer instincts. The woman noticed that the monsters began to follow her, she took of in break neck speed, though felt hopeless as more joined in on her pursuit. She skidded in a halt as one jumped down, opening it's jaw to give a blood thirty howl. The woman closed her eyes and screamed. Though nothing happened, she opened her eyes to find a man, who held a broad sword. He glanced back at her. "Go, get out of here! GO!" He snapped his attention back toward the creatures, whose attention, now fixated on him. The woman took off running after a moment of hesitation. She did not look back, she only looked ahead of her. The child in her arms wailed as she whisked past dead bodies, burning houses, and blood. She paid no attention to the creatures that pounced and began to eat the men, women and children around her. Though she could hear the agonizing screams, the blood thirty growls and snarls. Once making her way to the gate, she found soldiers from the grind wall castle march into the burning village, weapons in arms. A sound of horse hooves came behind from the gates, a man with dark brown hair hopped off the horse. "Nattily, oh thank god. Where's James?" He asked.

"He held them off, Crow, their wasn't anything I could do." She sobbed. Crow held her in her arms.

"Listen, right now, we need to get the hell out of here," He said. Though knowing that his brother in law might still be alive. "C'mon, lets get you and the baby safe." Nattily shook her head. She gave him her child.

"No, I'm going back, this is something I have to do." Nattily told her. She looked down to the child, giving the infant a kiss on the forehead. "Goodbye... My sweet little Ruby." Grabbing a torch, she ran off to the village, now burning until nothing is left but ash. Crow looked at the small child, she cried, a longing cry for her mother. He grabbed the horse, seating himself on the saddle. He held the small child firmly in his arms.

'Don't worry, Ruby, everything is going to be fine...'