I'm not entirely sure how this is going to go in the end, but I hope that you enjoy it. Also, and probably more importantly, let me just say

ALL HAIL ANNE BISHOP! WE ARE NOT WORTHY!

Any thoughts you have on the story (or if I have made a mistake in Bishop Trivia!) would be greatly appreciated, along with any reviews hint hint

Prologue.

To call it a camp would have been not entirely accurate, thousands of Jhinka filled in the valley, small battles breaking out over the best spots or bits of meat that they'd brought. Pack disagreements or old feuds would have brought the squabbles into a valley-wide slaughter if Neirye had not been watching over them. Taking out a few that caused the most trouble. How could these people be so stupid? None of them understood his plans, though they followed them well enough. He would have to close the wards over the massive valley soon, but there were still a few thousand Jhinka set to arrive. Still he could wait. Fingering the red jewel around his neck, he savoured the sweet strength within it. Screeching a harsh order to one of his personal Jhinka, he turned into the only tent in the valley, a grin crawling across his face.

I do realise that this a very short prologue but I am already writing the first chapter, its coming up soon!
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