Moon Blood

Moon Blood Prologue

                 Ten years......Ten years of death and destruction during the war for the world. The Bjomolf are ever so slowly winning the war. Where the humans have lost so much and continue to lose more and more every day. There is only one hope for humanity...... The last six clans of royalty.

The Obyacs, with their quick wit and massive mounds of intelligence.

Sasadors of Komee, who are unrivaled in their mastery of magic and sorcery.

The Onoths, they are the master inventors that would invent the most incredible things. But their inventions were a secret to all but the king and queen of Darath.

The Mentus, the hunters of Darath, but don't underestimate their skill. They are the shadows around you when you walk, they are the invisible ones.

Etise, the blacksmiths of legend who could smith steel that would tear through armor and still be as sharp as before.

Finally, the Tremem, the fieriest warriors on the planet. They were the strongest of all the clans and the most compassionate.

Deep underground in a secret stronghold, was the last of the human kind. There was only 18 left; where before there were millions. The king and queen were devising a plan to somehow escape the Bjomolf, as the rest were fighting over how to defeat them. they eventually devised a plan to save what was left of the old world.

Ten days later there plan was finished, they all looked around and saw the hope in each other's eyes again. But just then there was a blood curdling howl.... one thought went through all their minds, he has found us.

The door crashes open revealing the fearsome beast, it takes a step out of the shadows revealing a grotesque face. With glowing red eyes that longed for their death. It's fur was jet black, matted together in large tufts. It towered-over them with its enormous size; twice the size of a full grown bear. With rows of needle like teeth, sharp and poised to tear us apart. Each step it took made the room shake and the ground crack with its power. As it drew nearer, all but one drew there swords shakily fearing for their lives. The queen with her newborn rushed to the corner and hid from the shadow of death that was slowly approaching.

The monster killed all of the men but one, the king, who was protecting the queen and their son. It rushed at the three of them... The queen slowly opened her eyes and saw that it had stopped and was staring, breathing slowly. She winced at the stench that was radiating from it, but it still did not move. The king looked on at the beast in front of him, while shaking in fear he was trying to imagine what it was waiting for. The bringer of death looked at the man, for five long minutes they all stared at each other. Waiting for someone to make a move.

The bringer of death looked at the prince of Darath and nodded to the infant. With what seemed to be a hint of a smile on the beast's face, it turned and walked away from the three last human beings on the planet.

The man and the woman let out a breath that they were holding in as they waited for their death. They shook as the fear slowly started to drain out of them. The queen looked at her son and screamed a gut-wrenching scream that curdled the king's blood instantly. He turned and saw something that would stay in his nightmares forever.

What he saw was that his son's right cheek was engulfed in fire, it burned for an exhaustingly long second then went out. Revealing an ancient symbol that was now burned deep into his flesh. That symbol would give him hope where there is none, an eternal light that would burn brightest in the most darkest of times...