Prologue
Near Clearsprings, Colorado sat a small single family house surrounded by large oak, willows, pine, and many other trees. A creek ran on the south side of the house, where there were fewer trees. A little eight year old girl could be seen splashing a german shepherd in the creek. His tail waged with joy and excitement as she squealed in laughter. Her father was a hard working man. During the mornings he tends to the strawberry patches and the apple orchard. In the afternoons his daughter, Sam, picked herbs and vegetables from her small beginner garden to help make lunch. The evenings are spent laughing with his daughter and retelling tales from how he and her late mother met and their silliest dates. After Sam is put to bed her father, David, spends the rest of his night gazing at a picture of his loving wife and mother of his baby girl. He would spend his time longing for her return, praying that he could stay strong, that he's raising their daughter right, and mourning a loss that could never be replaced. He'd spend his time worried sick, worrying if his little Sam would show the same signs as her mother did. Signs of fatigue, lack of energy, and constant headaches. He was told a tumor like his wife's could develop at a young age. It was now up to him to keep his baby safe, no matter what.
That afternoon, dark clouds rolled in, blocking the sun and the sky entirely in just 15 minutes. Violent thunder struck, signaling the start of a horrible storm. David was already outside calling for his daughter to come home. He called and called but minutes turns to hours with still no sign of her. David's panic and fear controlled his heart and mind. He ran to where he knew she last was. As he neared the creek another violent stroke of thunder clapped with blood red lighting tearing through the sky.
David arrived to the small creek to only find an heavily injured German Shepherd and no signs of Sam. He examined the poor dog as it whimpered in pain. David looked around frantically trying to find who or what could have done such damage and to see if they left a trail. A snap of a twig a couple of feet away told him it was still there.
There little Sam laid unconscious in the arms of a tall, bulky gray skinned man. His eyes glowed and unnatural red, and beside him was a shorter person, a hooded cloak hid their face.
"Hello David" said the cloaked figure their eyes glows a silver color.
"Yes, I have your precious little girl. And if you want her back, I'd be happy to oblige. But first..I need something from you.."
