Legend tells of a dark forest, with leaves as red as blood. The ground being covered in a small fog, making it hard to find your footing. In the middle of this forest, there is said to be an old castle. It is said to house gold, and jewels to last...
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Legend tells of a dark forest, with leaves as red as blood. The ground being covered in a small fog, making it hard to find your footing. In the middle of this forest, there is said to be an old castle. It is said to house gold, and jewels to last a lifetime. Many travelers, and hunters, have searched the forest for it. But failed. For this forest, houses a mystery as old as time. Some have said that a Vampire guards the castle and it riches. Others say it's just others trying to keep the fortune for themselves.
Kat had heard the legend a thousand times. Ever since she was a little girl, her grandmother would always tell it to her. It was one of her favorites. When she was about eight years old, her parents had ventured out into the forest. Months had passed, since her parents had left. She had grown worried. One foggy afternoon, a villager had found several of her parent's belongings in the woods. She cried as the rain began to pound over the ground. They held a small funeral, burying the belongings. Every night since then her grandmother, would tell her the story of the forest.
It was on her twenty seventh birthday, that she was anointed the title 'Hunter'. She had been training for fifteen years, hoping that she could take on the mystery of the forest. During her training, a werewolf had begun attacking her village. She had started hunting it, without her superiors knowing. Finally after months of secretly hunting the beast. She had tried to kill it, but only wound up hurting herself. The villages top Hunter, Dante, had rushed to her aid, and slayed the beast. Kat had walked away from it with two long scars, one underneath her right breast, and the other just above her left hip.
Since then Dante had been constantly by her side. No matter how annoyed she was with him, she always felt a special connection with him. And he had felt the same way with her. She had confided in Dante, her plan to find the thing that killed her parents, and claim her revenge. However, Dante never liked the idea of her getting revenge.
"Katrina. This is not a good idea." He said in a deep low voice.
"I don't care what you say." She argued, "I'm going tonight."
Dante sat across from her, placing a hand on his red hair. There was no stopping her from doing what she wanted, and he knew that. Every mission they went on, she would always wander off. He gazed at her half colored hair, and multicolored eyes. Even though she was born with a rare birth defect, he never once looked away from her. He loved her half white half black ombred hair. But her eyes, were the feature he fell in love with the most. Her right eye, was a bright red, and her left eye was a beautiful aquamarine. He sat in awe of her, and told her that the forest was a dangerous place.
That night. While everyone was passed out drunk from her birthday/anointment party. She gathered her things. She placed her arms through her long black overcoat, and smiled at the gold trim along the sleeves. Her grandmother had made that as a gift. Looking to Dante who laid sweetly in her bed, she whispered an apology. Turning back to her closet, she grabbed her black fingerless gloves, and silver clawed finger cuffs. Strapping the quietly to her belt, she grabbed her thigh high boots, and quietly walked out of the room. She knew there was on last thing to get before she left the village. Walking into her spare room she gazed at the emptiness. In the center of the room, stood another closet. Taking a deep breath, she quietly pulled the doors open. A smile formed on her face, as she gazed at her new weapon, a double bladed scythe. Grabbing the hilt, she turned and headed out.
