Prologue

Two weeks into the war….

In an old mansion far away from the civilized world a group of men and women waited. They were invited by the one who initiated the program they all were participating in. The group of roughly hundred-fifty individuals were all faced towards a raised platform in the middle of the room, they used. If this was a normal group soft murmur could be heard. this one was silent in exception of the occasional cough and their breathing.

A man entered the room followed by another one. The first was a broadly build man. His hair recently buzzed. An aura of might surrounding him. the second looked like a nerd. He wore glasses his hair untidy and his back a little bended.

The two men climbed the platform and the first one smiled.

" Salvation." He said his voice full of power. "The word that describes us."

He scanned the room and walked in circles over the platform.

"We are the new Huntsclan. We will do what the last one could not. We will destroy the abominations that disgrace the surface of this planet."

He stopped and walked back to his original position.

"All of you have performed excellent on the training you've got. I need humans like you, I cannot lead this by myself. I need people who can be leaders, Huntsmasters to be exact."

"Fredrick Liegtenstein a Huntsmaster who got trialed by the Huntscouncil for getting his team killed hundred years ago said during his trial 'I had everything state-of-the-art equipment. A well trained team and courage.' The Huntscouncil asked him if he had all of this how could he have failed. He said the following. 'I was a man without the ability to lead my men into victory. Therefore I must be punished.' He killed himself in front of all Huntsmembers of his faction. Why? He knew he had failed and knew the importance of good leadership. So do I."

From the ceiling of the room came down a Dragon skull. The leader grabbed it and slowly put it on his head.

"I am wearing the skull of my first kill. It is unique. You all will get a skull as soon as you've made your first kill which will be very soon.

He looked around the room.

"You there come here." He said as he pointed at a man in his mid twenties.

The man obeyed and moved to the platform.

"This one holds the record for number of enemies defeated in a minute. What is that record son?"

" twelve, Sir." The man said.

"Impressive. But could you do the same to a dragon? or a nix?" The leader said.

"Let one thing be clear a dragon is not a human. A dragon has the strength of several men, he has razor sharp talons and he breaths fire." He said to the entire group.

"Now tell me. Would you be able to defeat twelve of those in a minute."

A smile formed on the face of the man.

"Twelve? No. maybe four but that is all I can promise."

The leader smiled. "You may return to your place."

The man returned to his place.

"A dragon is a dragon, no matter what. Remember if you don't strike first it will. Now repeat me."

"we are The Huntsclan."

The group repeated.

"We are the salvation of this planet."

Again the group repeated.

"We will show no mercy it does not matter what kind of magical creature. We do not care about its age, family or other reasons."

The group repeated again.

We are the Huntsclan and we will prevail."

The group again repeated in complete unison.

"I want someone to prove me this." The leader said. "You."

He pointed at a woman in the front row.

The woman climbed the platform and saluted.

"We are not the army." The leader snapped. He continued in a softer voice. "How would you like it to earn your Skull today."

"I would be honored. Sir."

"Excellent." The leader said as he evilly smiled. He turned to the one who came in with him. "Bring her."

The man hesitated.

"Something wrong?" The leader said impatient.

"Eric are you sure about this?" The man asked. "It doesn't feel right."

Eric narrowed his eyes.

"Bring me the girl." He hissed.

The man lowered his head defeated and pressed a few buttons on a phone.

The floor of the platform opened up and a red-haired girl about six years old chained up came in view.

There were several gasps through the room and the woman face had become as white as fresh snow.

"You can't be serious." She whispered.

The little girl looked terrified her eyes moving from one side to another.

"See here a dragon." Eric said a smirk plastered on his face.

"That isn't a dragon. that is a little girl." The woman said her voice trembling. "Release her immediately."

"Is she? The first day at training they taught you that nothing is what it seems." He presented a small test tube with a bleu liquid.

"We all thank Sigmund Brock for Brockium" He said as he poured the liquid over the girl. "the only substance in the world that forces a dragon to show his true form.

The little girl slowly got surrounded by fire as the fire disappears a small orange dragon is sitting in her place.

"That doesn't look like a girl to me." Eric amusingly said.

"I can't take anymore of this." The man that entered with Eric said and he walked towards the exit.

"Weakling." Eric whispered.

"Now earn your skull." Eric said to the woman as he pushed a Huntsstaf roughly in her hands.

The woman was trembling. She raised the Huntsstaf looked into the eyes of the little girl.

"I-I can't" She said as she dropped the Huntsstaf

"Disappointing." Eric said his voice dangerously calm.

"Anyone else who wants to earn their first skull."

Nobody answers.

"This is disrespect. I am you leader is there no one who wants his first skull."

"I will." The man who had the record of most enemies in a minute said.

He climbed the platform and picked up the Huntsstaf. He roughly pushed aside the woman and raised the Huntsstaf. The girl gave him a pleading look.

"That will have no effect on me." He said.

He brought down the Huntsstaf. A scream and silence throughout the room.

"Well done." Eric said. "You are now a Huntsmaster."

"All of you get some rest training will begin tomorrow. I have high hopes for you. you just need to be formed by my hand. Dismissed"

So how was that as a prologue sounds interesting? I hope. This is the sequel to Chance of exposure. It will be a bit darker things will happen that changes the lives of the characters. As you see old enemies return in a new jacket. Will others return? Read to find out.

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