Prologue
The moonlight shined brightly throughout the dark forest. Clouds passed the moon countless times, hiding its enormous beauty. The stars glistened, showing its beautiful shine. It was a beautiful night.
It was the starting of summer. The weather was wet and clear. Somewhere in the forest, a man wearing a black tuxedo and hat was sitting by a fire, cooking up a rabbit he caught to eat. After a while, after eating his meal, after gazing at the stars, he decided to sleep. He started dreaming of familiar scenes…memories…Memories that he will never forget.
He found himself inside a church. A small church. The color was like sepia. A woman was standing beside him, holding onto his arm. She wore a beautiful long white bridal dress, with long white gloves that went over her elbows. She glistened like stars. Her long brown hair shined so brightly it was almost blinding. And her lime-green eyes were as pure as flowing water in a rain forest running down stream. She was laughing, excited that she was going to marry him.
But something wasn't right. He couldn't hear laughter…
Blank noise…
Then he started hearing laughter, but it wasn't her. He looked around the room to find the source of the unfamiliar laughter. He then noticed a man, an old looking man, wearing all white with an artificial golden right arm shaped like a giant claw standing by the altar at the end of the chapel.
As the man in the tuxedo turned to his lovely bride, she fell to the floor with blood spilling everywhere. He felt fear like never before. He tried to move but couldn't. The man with the claw came after him and placed his clawed limb onto the tuxedo man's shoulder.
In an instant, the sharp claws ripped through the flesh with blood splattering 2 feet up. The man in the tuxedo feel next to his bride, coughing out blood and feeling the pain set in like venom from being bitten by a snake.
Both on the floorboards...
In a blood bath…
Dying…
He reached over to his bride, hoping she was still alive.
Reaching…………Calling her name………….over…and over…
"Ellena…Ellena…"
Life draining…
Cold…
He shot himself up from his nightmare in that instant, panting with anxiety. He placed his hand onto his head, shaking off the horrific memories that tormented his for so long.
But, it was the only thing keeping his strong.
Keeping him alive.
The reason for traveling so far.
To kill the man with the claw who murdered his bride.