Sorry, i forgot to include that this is also an alt universe in the summery. Hope your enjoying it, if not tell me why. how else am i supposed to make it better?
Once upon a time, in a doomed village, lived a young girl named Samantha. Everyone who knew her called her Hood, as she always wore the little white hooded cloak her mother had made for her. She lived with her family, in a gray brick cottage, on the edge of the Eldo forest. Everyone in her village loved Samantha. Especially the three older women who lived in a dark green house a few miles into the woods. Slowly but surely the Archestry started moving people away, destroying their homes and everything they had worked for. Normally on Samantha's birthday there were thirty or forty people, the whole village, in attendance. By her sixth birthday there were only ten and by her seventh, her family was the only one left.
For her seventh birthday, she got new socks and shoes, a new doll her mother made, some cookies from her aunt and the image of her family being murdered ingrained in her mind forever.
The masked man, with their blood still on his hands, picked her up and ran from the scene. She screamed but no one heard her, there was no one left to hear her. He took her to his home where he kept her as his prisoner for several years. He did unspeakable things to her, but she never gave up completely. When she was eleven she managed to escape him, through a window, the man's son had forgotten to lock. Samantha couldn't however escape the memories of the last few years.
Samantha ran as fast as she could, climbed up and over the gate, and into the forest as the blue clad Sentinalz chased after her. She bobbed and weaved around this tree and through that bush. She tripped and fell to the ground. A robotic Sentinalz, an orb with arms and a tail, flew overhead, the ticking of its gears, her breathing and the other Sentinalz stomping through the forest were the only sounds in the quiet forest. It didn't even notice as she crawled into the roots of a giant dying oak tree. Sentinalz of many species, sizes and colors ran past her, she held her hand over her own mouth and attempted to slow her breathing and heartbeat.
A hairy wolf like Rougarou ran by her hiding spot then stopped. He held his nose high into the air and sniffed deeply. His head cocked down at the roots, pale blue eyes gleaming with malice. He started to move towards her, each step of his grey furred foot calculated and with purpose. Mere feet away from Samantha's hiding spot, he clinched all of his muscles preparing to pounce on her. The Rougarou's movements were interrupted when another robotic Sentinal slammed into his head and knocked him into unconsciousness. Blood erupted from the side of his head and splattered the roots and her face. She moved farther back into her hiding spot when a few other Sentinalz noticed his unconscious form, came over and picked up his body and carried him off deeper into the woods.
Samantha stayed in her hiding spot until the next morning. Sleep evaded her as the adrenalin continued to course through her veins, causing her small form to shake uncontrollably. Slowly and carefully she climbed out, poking her head around the trunk of the tree. She could still see the Sentinalz footprints. She followed them cautiously, ducking behind a tree or into a bush whenever she heard even the smallest noise. Eventually she came upon a sign, "Right to Eldo woods. Left to Hallofalls." She took off at full speed, all her previous tiredness gone as she ran down the cracked right road.
Just before the path suddenly veered to the left to avoid colliding with the river, there was a run down grey brick house. The house had been condemned, chunks of it lay haphazardly spread about the property. A bulldozer was parked in the front yard, Samantha didn't care, she pried the boards off of one of the back windows and crawled inside. A huge cloud of dust exploded under her. It was dark and musty, dark red-brown stains still covered the walls and wood floors, pictures laid broken haphazardly scattered about. She picked one up, her short, unevenly cut, dirty blond hair falling into her face, it was of her family, her mother trying to keep control of a three year old her while her father had his hand on her older brother, Dean's shoulder. She opened the back of the frame gently and pulled the slightly discolored and damaged picture out.
She looked at all the other frames in the house. All the pictures inside were either covered in blood, torn or water damaged so badly that they brought moisture to her eyes. She ran up the creaky stairs, two at a time, hoping it was all a bad dream and she would find her brother in their room. She walked down the hallway to the room she'd shared with her brother. He wasn't there. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and picked up a small satchel and threw it on what remained of the bed along with some of her brother's clothes, they should fit her well enough.
Samantha went into the bathroom and filled the sink with water. She took a slightly dusty cloth out of the hall closet and cleaned herself up before putting on her brother's favorite white pair of pants and shirt. It smelled mildewy but still faintly like her brother. She basked in his scent for a long moment before remembering that she was probably still being chased.
She walked back down the narrow hallway to her mother and father's room. Memories of sleeping in their bed when she had nightmares and even more memories of playing games with her father and cooking with her mother ran around her troubled mind, bringing still more tears to her eyes. She tried but couldn't hold it back anymore, they ran down her cheeks leaving wet streaks before dripping off her chin, she sat on the bed, a cloud of dust enveloped her, and she waited for her tears to stop clouding her vision. It took several minutes, but once she set her mind back on her task at hand, she moved quickly and without letting her emotions overwhelm her again.
Samantha went to the small chest on her mother's dresser, in it she found all of the jewelry her mother had. Nothing much considering her mother's love of beautiful things, just a few earrings and a couple bracelets. It took her a moment to find what she was looking for, hidden under a secret false bottom was a silver necklace her grandmother had given to her mother on her deathbed. The necklace was to be Samantha's when she was a woman.
When she put the chain around her neck and let go of the intricate three-inch long crucifix it rested between her newly forming bosoms. She smiled remembering her namesake, her strong, stubborn, powerful, grandmother. She opened the dusty wardrobe and found her mother's white cloak; hers had been completely destroyed during her capture. Her mother's cloak had beautiful silver detailing and was sewn with magical Fae material. It grew and shrank with its wearer and kept the wearer at a constant temperature regardless of weather or their physical exertion. It was beautiful, just like her mother. She put the cloak at the bottom of her bag and continued her search.
Samantha went to her father's nightstand. In it she found his favorite dagger, it had a silver and iron blade, with small groves in it for blood to move down and away from the users hand and was made by Greoul, the most coveted blade maker in the world. She pulled the picture out again and studied the happy faces of her family. Tears welled up again. She was only eleven but she knew, even at her young age what her family's business was, they were hunters. They destroyed evil. Protected people. Avenged wrongful deaths. She would follow in their legacy. She would kill the man who took her family away.