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Prologue

When we woke, we saw red.

Surging forward it consumed all that lay in its path.

From a distance, it was almost beautiful but its beauty couldn't, wouldn't be appreciated. It came with a price. It brought with it pain and loss. It brought sorrow and from that sorrow we fled.

We fled, running from the flames that consumed what we had called home, running from the wolves responsible for the carnage and destruction behind us, running from their hunger for our flesh, their thirst for our blood.

We ran and they pursued, relentless in their chase, unwavering in their hunt, cornering their prey and cornered we were. We raced toward a vast expanse of nothing.

Behind us, the Werewolves chased and infront was a three hundred foot drop to a sea know in the five kingdoms of the west as treacherous.

Infront waited a sea that accepted none into its depth. The end result of our run from death was... death.

Still we ran on, closing in on an inevitable end. I could already see people jumping.

As I neared the edge, my heart threatened to burst through my chest.

Would it really hurt to just embrace death?

With one leap, I got my answer...

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After three years of sharing a cell I was finally alone. The others had died and had been taken away. The disease and hunger had finished them and some... had taken things into their own hands.

In a way I was dead too. My spirit was dead but my body persevered. Why? I was clueless. Food and water here was a rarity.

I couldn't kid myself though. I knew death was coming and this time, I knew who was next. Afterall there was only one left.

Knowing that I would soon be no more did nothing to me. I expected it. Infact death was taking a darn long time finding me. I didn't know what came after death but a change of scenery would be nice. Staring at the same wall for three years does things to a person.

Take it from me.

I sat in the same corner although there was now enough space for me to stretch out. Mind you it was covered in years of decayed and decaying excrement but so was I.

A manic laugh escaped my lips.

I hadn't taken a bath in three years. Before being imprisoned, my mother would always ensure that I bath daily, sometimes taking it on herself to scrub me. A lump formed in my throat. Now... she was gone.

What was the point of having these thoughts of what once was? They brought nothing but pain. I had enough pain to last me a lifetime.

I cleared my mind of every thought and stared blankly at a wall. Several cockroaches scuttled around it. I stared on in a trance like state. There was nothing else to do.

Somewhere a cell door was opened. Its hinges screamed in protest as the doors were never opened ...the doors were never opened!

I blinked in the semi darkness and listened hard, my brain buzzing at this new development.

I could hear people talking roughly and people sobbing.

Was this it? Had death come sooner than expected?

Footsteps sounded close to my cell and my heartbeat accelerated. I couldn't understand just why I was panicking. I had told myself over and over, when it was time to go, I would look death in its eye and say "fuck you", but now that it seemed to have arrived, I felt ...fear?

The peeping slot was opened and a pair of eyes looked in.

" Inigo?" Someone else said. " That's enough.We have six."

The man, Inigo looked at me with surprise in his eyes.

" There's just one in here." He announced.

" Just one?" The other man asked. " Male or female."

" Female. Young enough too."

There was silence for a while.

" Brutus?" Inigo asked looking away from the cell.

" Hell." Brutus swore. " As long as she's alone in the cell we might as well empty it. If the prince doesn't agree with it we'll just toss her back in. Open it.".

His last word echoed in my head.

Open it... my cell was being opened?

The slot was closed and I heard the rattle of keys. There was a scratching sound as the key was moved around in the keyhole and then ...click!

My breath came out in loud rasps. My eyes were trained on the metal door as Inigo pushed it.

A huge part of me wanted the door to remain closed. Another wanted it to be opened wide. It was small ...but it was there.

If they were going to kill me then I hoped they did it at night so I could gaze one last time at the moon. The beloved moon that had abandoned my brethen and I in our moment of need.

The door was thrown open with a deafening creak and a loud sob escaped my lips.

I am not afraid. I am not afraid.

But as I watched the big burly man in uniform walk toward me, I realized that after three years of telling myself otherwise, I was afraid ...of this man, of staying in this cell ...of dying, but I sure as hell wouldn't show it.

He took a fist full of my dirty locks and dragged me to my feet. I didn't use them often and my legs trembled beneath me.

" She's all bones isn't she?" Inigo said. " Maybe we should just throw her back in."

No! Yes! ...I didn't know!

Where were they taking me? to another cell? to be hanged? burned? staked?... skinned?

Inigo dragged me out of the cell and through the wet corridors of the dungeon. I had only seen the corridor once. Three years ago when I was brought in. Now I was going out.

What lay ahead? what would I find?

I was thrown out of the dungeon gates.

Chapter 1 finished.

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