The Night that brought the Bloodmoon

Chapter 1: A dark Night

"Today we don't believe in monsters any more. Maybe kids do but most adult people don't think that there are dark creatures who try to slaughter humanity. But what if I'd told you there are? What if I find such a creature? What if scienc-" "Mike! Mike! please man shut up we both know that this won't happen." Arthur and I were very parted with our thoughts even though we both wanted to see the thing that my father described before he died in the foggy forest behind our house. My name is Mike. I am 16 Years old. I always get called Bloodhound. We live on the farm near a forest. I always knew that there are a lot of "evil" animals. Well as the families Bloodhound my job was to secure our House. After my father died my Uncle took the farm and the legal actions for me. But between my Uncle, Arthur, and my father there is a big gap. My father trusts the Technology. He knew that science and technology might change our life. But Arthur only trusts the old ways. The mind of the old Vikings stays in his mind. As far as we go I got a raven. His name is Arthur. He is my love. I trust him. We live in Iceland but still it's rare to see ravens in the Outlands.  As far as we go He always follows me. I love my Raven. Why I named him after my Uncle you may ask now. Well you'll soon know. We don't live alone. All of the Viking guild joined us. So I am his "brethren" not his grandchild. I don't care as long as we survive. I ain't allowed to be the Bloodhound anymore as we don't need to slaughter the animals. We live with them what I really appreciate if I may be honest. "Mike! Come here for a second." "Oh? Yes Arthur!" Arthur was standing before the foggy forest and has his Axe in his hands. "Do you see that? That isn't normal. The Animals are going crazy over another. Maybe we should slátrun one of them. You were the old Bloðhundur weren't you? Go ahead and Slátra them!"