Hello Readers, It is good to see the view ship of Dusk is well. So far I found that writing fanfiction eases my nerves and helps me battle my smoking habit. Its been about 3 weeks since I went cold turkey and so far I'm doing fine since I started writing again. Due to the large amount of views for Dusk, I took it upon myself to write a sequel. This will be a little different from Dusk as I will be telling it for a purely Third person unlike the former. Also a Horror/Supernatural story will take the place of the drama and love of Dusk.
I promise that Dawn will be a work that will keep you reading...
The Hex girls are not my creation- My interpretation of the girls, Karl, and the story itself belongs to me. But the story of and his 13 men belong to history...
With love, Dresner
The Parish 1862
It was a hot summers day in August of 1862 in the deep back woods of southern Louisiana as Confederate Lieutenant Zachary Hall of the 4th Alabama Infantry Regiment sat in a wicker chair on the balcony of Amsel Manor, cleaned the mud off of his officers jackboots. Lieutenant Hall was a youthful gentleman of the age of 30 with long brown mutton chops and a full thick head of brown hair hiding under his grey cap. Hall was a cold and imposing figure standing six foot one with a barrel chest and a deep voice that seemed to echo for miles into the depths of the swamplands that surrounded Amsel manor. Dressed in a dirt and mud doused grey uniform of a CSA officer showed his tour though the war the gripped the land. Everywhere the 4th Alabama fought, bled, and died for the glory of the south, Hall was their.
First Manassas, Gaines Mill, Second Manassas, South Mountain, Sharpsburg, and now soon to Baton Rouge Lieutenant Hall lead from the front of the company and into the frayed and the unknown. The men of the 4th Alabama were the best of the CSA and even the soldiers of the 4th Alabama knew this as did their leaders. The Alabamians placed in Major General Breckinridge's corps to counter the Union landing in the state of Louisiana. Lieutenant Hall was given command of a recon unit of thirteen men to scout out in front of the regiment to prevent an ambush from Union troops.
In their advance in the front of their regiment the men of Hall's rangers, as his men called themselves, they became lost in the disorder of swamp gas earlier that morning and found themselves lost in the depths of the marshes and swamps. It was not until they followed a cluster of deer trails leading to an untouched red clay road.
Hall found it very odd that the path was untouched and that not even the local wildlife or even nature itself has gone and crossed it. His thirteen men were a little uneasy to see no markings on the road nor a sign either, but they could not help to be thankful for finally leaving the mud and stench of the swamp. After for what had seemed to be over half of the day, the men and their commanding officer were met by a finely dressed gentleman standing in the middle of the path. The gentleman wore lavish black suit with a red tie and stove pipe hat with a red trimming. In his left hand was a black cane with an ivory handle and in the other was a sliver pocket watch.
"Good afternoon Lt. Zachary Hall! Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!" The strange man in the top hat said with glee as he shook the hand of and soon on to his soldiers who were hesitant greet the man. Looking into their eyes he saw something that was almost nonexistent in eyes of the men of the 4th Alabama... Fear.
Hall grew impatient and demand his men to greet this odd gentleman and they did so... But the looks on their faces never left his sight. The man was still smiling even at seemingly rude welcome by the soldiers of Hall's Rangers. He turned to Hall and insisted that he and his men were to take quarters in his home just down the path. Hall agreed and he and his men took down further down the red clay road for what seemed to be an eternity till the beauty of a large white victorian manor appeared from behind a collection of weeping willows.
"Welcome to Amsel Manor Gentlemen." The strange man said as the Manor came into view.
As the Day itself passed before his very eyes, Lt. Hall stood up from his wicker chair and stared into the vast unknown that surrounded the manor. He rose his hand to his ear to improve his hear and still nothing was herd... Not even the sounds of insects or birds chirping or even the rare warm breeze. All of this was unsettling, even for Hall himself but something was compelling him, no forcing him to stay in this place...
Lt. Hall stood on the balcony for the rest of the day frozen with out any recall of anything that happened that day.
"Lt. Hall sir," Sgt. Hollister call to his commanding officer as they walked onto the balcony. "We have grave news..." "Another one gone?" Lt. Hall interjected as he seemed to come back to life.
"Yes sir." A young corporal name John reported to his officer.
"Find him..." Hall ordered the men as the sun dropped behind the tree line and the light of the moon began to shine on the forsaken men of Hall's rangers...
