Prologue
A cold night wind blew through the woods surrounding the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. Leaves and branches rustled against each other but no other sound could be heard in the dark woods that were usually filled with sounds of nocturnal creatures. The woods were utterly silent as if paused, waiting and listening for something or someone. While the dark of the night acted like a curtain on a massive stage, a new figure emerged from between the trees. His dark eyes settled on the small town resting peacefully before him, his lips parted into a malevolent grin as he inhaled the scent of all the fresh beings sleeping soundly completely unaware of the misfortunes to come.
He closed his eyes and hummed to himself, he had waited so long for this, and he had been forced to postpone his pursuit several times. But now was the time, it was his time to have the satisfaction of finally getting his glorious prize. From where he stood on the forest slope over looking the town he could see the large house in the distance. The large white mansion in the distance stood out like a beacon, beckoning him forward. But he could not, not yet; he could not partake in the endgame of his feverish hunt quite yet. He had waited hundreds of years for this moment and could wait the few days more that were necessary.
With a final inhale the man opened his eyes and the dark pupils grew. He chuckled lightly like the rumble of thunder miles away and said silently to himself, "The Prince of Darkness will rise again from the blood of his queen." He closed his eyes and took in his own words, his promise for glory again. They fueled him and gave him the patience and cunning he would need in order for all to go right. With a swift spin the sinister figure dissolved from the scene leaving the night empty and alone once again.
Hi everyone! This is my new story that I am working on, I hope you all like the prologue. Please read and review and let me know if I should continue. And if you have any suggestions let me know! Thanks!