Prolouge
It was November 2, 1864. That was the day my life changed. The day that I would never forget. The day where I died and no one was around to help me. I was in the forest. The one everyone went to in order to prove that they were brave and did not fear anything. But I was terrified and I was alone in that dark forest. I slowly walked through the trees, praying that everything would be alright, but that's when I saw him. That ghostly figure that signaled the end of my life. I tried to run away but there was nothing I could do. No matter how hard I ran, he was still right there behind me, and then he caught me. He threw me down on the damp grass and I started screaming, but no one could hear me, and no one cared. He slowly got closer and closer to me until I could feel him breathing on my neck.
"I want you to know that I'm sorry."
I was so scared. He kept getting closer and closer to me. And thats when he did it. He chomped down on my neck and I was in so much pain. I tried pushing him off of me, but I wasn't strong enough. I started seeing stars, my breathing slowed. I knew I would die and I knew that this was the end of my short life.
But I was wrong. He let go of me before I took my last breath and I fell to the ground. I was too weak to move or run away.
"I'm going to give you something worse than death."
He started pouring something down my throat and it tasted sour. Then he snapped my neck and that was the end of my life. My life as a human.
