Prolouge.

Lewis Carroll;
If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.


The land was shrouded in a vast and dark cover. Screams were heard from miles away. Blood splattered the ground, sticky and sharp to the nose. Laying on the ground was one of the many victims of this massacre, he struggled for breath. Choked sobs emitted from the broken man. Eyes bore into the night sky, his face was lighted with tree's set aflame. His vision was weakining. The mans rapid moving chest slowed drastically. This was the end. His untimely death, short coming. A loud roar echoed across the forest. Final thoughts drifted in and out of his mind, betrayal. Their own kin, had gone against them. And he, he had lost. Death took him immediatly, his struggling hands stopped motion. Another body, long forgotten. Admist the terrors of what was to come.


Author Note;

Hmmm. Well I hope you like it. :)

; It is pretty bad but I tried really hard, I know it doesn't make much sense. This won't be an utter angst and morbid story, on the contrary! It will be a story more based on a theme of learning to trust, overcoming fears, battling the unlikely, and so on. x3 - If you have an question or tips for the future of this, please drop a line. Enjoy~