Children of Sun and Peace

Prologue

Warnings and Disclaimers:

Warning: This book contains swearing/mature language and graphic descriptions of violence in later chapters. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story, especially the main one, are flawed and while this is their story, it's not necessarily their redemption arc. Because in my World not every hero wins and not every villain can be saved. The World is grey, nothing is simple. And I welcome your opinions, thoughts and theories as long as you keep it respectful.

15+

This story is my original content and it may not be translated or copied/posted elsewhere without my permission. All rights reserved.

This is a second book in a trilogy. If you haven't. please read the first instalment - Children Of Night And Snow - first.

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A little girl is running down the broken road. She's exhausted. How couldn't she be? She's been running for what seems like forever. Barefoot, covered in dirt and blood of the dead she was forced to hide underneath to survive. Her lungs burn with lack of oxygen. But she can't stop. Not now, not if she wants to live. And then the woods suddenly open in front of her revealing a beautiful lake. The water is almost perfectly still just like the humid summer air. The girl could cry at the sight only if her own tears didn't dry out days ago. Water, she really needs water.

Without hesitation, she runs to the shore next to a broken down pier. Falling on her knees, she catches the surprisingly cold water in her hands and brings it to her lips. It's like heaven but she needs more, her parched body feels like she could drink this entire lake and it wouldn't be enough. But she doesn't get that chance. Because in her haste she forgot one thing. That she was running for a reason.

A gunshot echoes through the air and the clear waters of the lake turn red as silence once again takes over the land and the abandoned town which lies on its shores. Rows and rows of once beautiful houses are now a haunting memory of those who once lived here as dreamcatchers lightly swing in the remnants of the summer wind in the heavy humid air. A single withering flower crown lies in the middle of the town's square, a grim reminder that tonight is Summer Solstice but there is nobody here to celebrate.

Nobody is dancing or singing in the streets. There are no food vendors, no bonfires. Not even remnants of laughter and happiness of the people who once lived here. One could ask where they all went if it weren't obvious by the dried blood which stained the roads and sidewalks. There is no one left to remember them now. Nobody to tell the story of Moonvalley, the town of people who could run with wolves and the lone gravestone atop the hill dedicated to Noyla Brook.

This story will continue in its first chapter 1st of January 2022...