P R O L O G U E

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The night was quiet.


It was dark, eerie, and all kinds of spooky. Well, to the average teenager at least.


The quietness was cut off by a slash, revealing a boy. He had raven black hair and blue eyes. If his eyes were any darker, he'd be extremely threatening. But those baby blue eyes just basically dropped the mood. It could remind anyone of a jaybird.


His shirt was torn, cuts decorated his arms and dirt smudged itself against his wrists. The sleeves appeared to be ripped off forcefully to be used for bandages, as rags were wrapped around his knee and ankle, which matched his hoodie.


"Damn." The boy said, frustrated. All he was holding was a machete and a makeshift oil lamp. It wasn't lit, of course, but he held it up as if it was lit.


"I hope Shine isn't awake when I get home, or she'll get as worried as the wart she is," The boy continued on to himself, trudging through the labyrinth of trees. The moon barely gave off any light, but the boy weaved through the trees with ease.


Something shiny, and bright, suddenly fell from what appeared to be the sky.


It was a jay's feather. Blue, decorated with black and white, it seemed to emphasize something, that wasn't there for any other person.


Do it. Show your worth.


As the feather landed on the ground, a growl ripped the silence. Red eyes gleamed in the darkness, and puffs of air became visible.


A glint shined from the boy's blue eyes, and he raised his machete.


He raised his oil lamp, and gently blew on the fuel. Purple flames lit up, glimmering slightly to blue then yellow.


A huge, boar-thing threw itself into the clearing, smashing over at least 50 trees. It was standing on two legs, and had giant husks coming from its mouth. Red eyes as dark as blood, with maybe the same malicious intent.


Raising his machete, the boy charged, and so did the boar.


SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGG!

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