Hunted

The Hunter was never supposed to be used this way. He had been made for one purpose and one purpose only.

To protect.

For there was much to protect from. Giants and elves, sirens and nymphs, dragons and pirates. The creatures of Pellasbourne were growing restless, their once vacant land now infested by swarms of mortals.

They had remained in the shadows for generations, slowly simmering, bubbling, boiling to the point of eruption. But they never could, for the Hunter prevented it. With him around no harm would come to the royal family.

Until the Hunter stopped responding to his calls, and villagers between the ages of sixteen to nineteen began to go missing, two being of royal blood.

Now, without their guard dog, the sectors of Pellasbourne have begun to crumble.

The royals are falling.
And the creatures are just beginning to stir.

[teaser published, full story in the works]