Hi this is a new story I am writing this was actually started in February but I didn't decide to upload any of it till now. I promise you the following chapters will not be this short. I don't like prologues that are really long, to me they are just supposed to be sneak peaks of what the story will be like. This story is rated M for violent themes and the promise of a few love scenes but that's about it. I hope you enjoy.
Moving through the ruins he slunk undetected; his dark cloak gliding around him. He arrived at the barrier the faint light of the moon shone giving way to the sunrise. He ascended from the pit and into the dark damp cave. He pulled his hood over his now flesh colored skeletal face and retrieved a walking stick from beneath his cloak. Hunched over he walked down the mountain slowly at the pace of an old woman.
It was necessary to don his disguise in the event that he run into other humans on the way. He knew the land and the forest well as he had always taken a painstaking long time to detail and discover everything. Today he only had to do one thing and achieving this goal was crucial to his future plans.
He walked into the clearing and saw a pitiful stone shack in the middle with one cracked window and it stood tilted to the left as if some powerful wind had bore down upon it. The cloaked figure now stood up straight and practically glided across the clearing almost as if he were ethereal.
He entered the shack silently and stared down at the family below him. An older man was on the floor, his hair was shaggy and unkempt. Next to him on a cot was a young girl and a young man sleeping soundly together. The dark stranger bent over the sleeping man, he took a sack from within his cloak and poured a white powder onto his gloved palm. He raised his hand in the direction of the sleeping man and blew softly; the opalescent powder settled and then melted into his face. His goal having been achieved W.D Gastor stood up and stepped into the doorway, he took one last glance to the girl sleeping soundly.
She opened her eyes sleepily as if she knew she was being watched and locked gazes with him. She blinked slowly and he smiled at her. She frowned and rubbed her eyes not believing what she saw but when she looked up again he was gone. Meanwhile Gastor made his way back to the mountain, his face as still as the night beforehand.