First book of the series "the Chronicles of Hunters and Familiars".
The world of animals and the human world. Two completely different worlds coexist next to each other, but only some special people can see the distinction between these worlds.
And...
Once upon a time... the land was prosperous and fabulously rich. People and animals lived in harmony. They both were engaged in agriculture, hunting and trade, without conflict solving between small powers.
But that all changed when the land came the Dark beasts. Creature with a dark soul and heart, without a drop of pity and wishing only death to others.
They came from the Void, led by one whom the Rulers of the Beasts long locked in the dark, without night and day time.
Having escaped from captivity, nor any dark allies, the enemy destroyed everything in its path. But people and animals never gave up.
Started a terrible war. The war that changed everything! Changed history itself...
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100 years after the time of Troubles. The world of men, Eros.
Orphanage "dawn" - a place where everything is the same as I do. Orphans.
Someone from an early age, almost babies, and someone in age from seven to twelve, and maybe even older, but the fact is that at the age of 18 years you are released from the orphanage into adulthood. To look for a job and your own house. Those who gets older with time, maybe this is really simple but... Not for me.
To me, the one for his twelve years never managed to like any couple that came to the shelter to adopt or to adopt at least one child. It's really hard... Like someone. Although it is not I do not know a clear reason why this is happening to me.
The case in my appearance. Dark hair down to the shoulders, expressive blue eyes, a little saglabata skin, face with a faint Oriental features, slim body, flat chest and short stature; I think it's quite normal in the description itself. Normal appearance for normal girls like me, but... If not for a horrible burn on my right half of her face - it really would be fine. But no. I had no luck.
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I don't recall the reasons why, and the burn on my face.
I went into foster care at the age of seven years - that I know, and educators have not once remembered the day. As I appeared on their doorstep.
They told me that that day was terrible, heavy rain. The wind just howled and beat on the glass, and trying to break them or worse. Kids sitting in their rooms, nervously twitching every time the wind once again knocked on the glass.
A loud knock on the door came as a surprise to all the inhabitants. The old and wise teacher of the orphanage, Martha hastened to open the door to see who is there in such a storm came to them.
Opening the door, the woman almost cried out in horror, having seen the shelter someone, according to the complexion, a man of giant in a dark cloak with a hood that hid the face of the unknown. His crown he was just Bob about the doorway, but the sign he was in no hurry. And observing the child in his arms, wrapped in the same cloak, the teacher Mar understand why.
