Chapter 1
The moon hangs low in the sky, her light touching the tops of the trees. The traveling nomads now searching for her insight, as they walk away from their home land. Each man woman and child watches for the face of the moon as they walk through the dense forest. Searching for anything that might resemble civilization. Once people of peace, the nomads have now begun to have a growing hatred for the ones that had removed them from their home. The leader of the nomads began to growl as the animal inside tried to come out. Being the chief of a group of shapeshifters meant he was the most powerful, but even though that was true the chief had no idea what to do in a situation like this.
The shifters had been peacefully keeping away from the humans when they ambushed their village. The humans bombarded the shifters with spears and set many homes on fire as an attempt to get the shifters out of the picture. Well now the humans had taken their land, and the shifters were now low on numbers. After the humans invaded, they had killed many people. Including the chiefs wife and daughter. All he had left was the clothes on his back and the rest of his people at his side. The chief looked mournfully at the moon as she came in sight, thinking of a plan for his people.
Over the countless months of travel the followers of the chief began to stop and follow the human way of life, until it was only the chief and his thoughts. The chief watched as time passed by, his once physically tuned body was now beginning to wither away at the hands of time. He watched as his former followers began new lives and began to prosper, while he himself had nothing. The only thing he had to offer the world was his powers. But the world would not accept him for who he was, or what he could do. The troubled chief eventually fell, his strength failing him in his advanced age. The members who had followed him felt a shift in power as the title of chief was passed to the next in line. Which would have been his daughter, but she had died years before along side her mother. So the title went to his brothers son. The son was chief for many years to come, as the tribe of shifters gradually drifted apart. Eventually, not even the members of the tribe knew what they were. And as time passed, the race of shapeshifters began to deplete and knowledge of them began to dwindle as the numbers grew scarce.
Now only legends exist, portaying the peaceful creatures as monsters of the night. Servers of the moon and Satan himself, as they were the ones to attack the humans. Making them one of their own, and strengthening their numbers. But the stories got twisted and distorted the truth about this race of humans. No one could be bitten and made a shifter, members had to be born. And the now nomadic people were bound to secracy about their true nature. Being a shifter meant, only those you could trust could be told the truth. Everyone else lived in a fog of lies as the shifter went through their life.
The son of the chiefs brother kept the legacy going as the centuries passed, making each generation aware of their powers until his death. Even then, the generations after began to forget their ways and loose sight of the power within. The spirits of their ancestors shaking their heads in shame as their descendants began to point more toward the human point of view. Thinking of their own race as monsters, and believing that even now the shapeshifters were nothing but legends and stories. That is until one stood out from the rest.
