Crimson Red

Her heart pounded in her chest.

This was it.

Her High Priest warned her of the creatures of the night-- to never wander alone in the light of the silver moon. Never go out when the yellow ball of flame no longer shines on the cobblestone streets. Danger lurks there.

They were supposed to be myths to keep naughty children inside at night, to frighten them into behaving.

But all myths stem from something true, only to grow mythical.

This was not one of those cases.

Now here she was, staring death in the eyes.

#stillabetterstorythantwilight
*Will change cover, I don't own cover*