A New Era

Prologue 1.

"You'll never get away with this!" Johnathan Grey grunted up at his wife, barely able to lift his eyes from the floor. Blood was pouring down the side of his face and he was scared. It was odd how looking into death's leering face could terrify a full-grown man into submission. He knew he would die then, at her feet. And everyone would know he didn't die graciously, his hands bound, blinded by his own blood, on his knees like a beggar. 

"Oh, but Darling, I already have." His wife smiled like a cat does before it guts the mouse he had been playing with. 

A gunshot rang through the air, but Jonathan could no longer hear anything.

Not the spray of blood hitting the floor.

Not his body crumpling to the ground.

Not his wife, laughing over his corpse. 

She had left him there, in the basement of the house they had shared for fifteen years, not caring what happened to him. She was done. Turning around, she left him behind.

Walking out of that house, of that situation, she entered a new age. A new order that she had begun and one that she would reign over with an iron fist.

Because Julia Grey wasn't the meek little house wife anymore. She wasn't a punching bag or a cleaner or a cook. She was a warrior and now everyone would know it.