Prologue:
My name is Ryan. Over the last decade, I have gotten myself in the middle of a bloody war between blood-thirsty creatures of the night. Both sides were out to get me. I knew there had to be a way to save my own kind from the death and pain the monsters had it in for them, but first I had to survive long enough to find out how...
I readied my crossbow, unable to fully concentrate or grasp the fight before me. Guilt nagged at my conscience for letting it come this far. I could not help fearing for the hooded figure at my side, so young and foolish. His eyes glowed a dim purple light, his lips were curled up in a snarl, I could feel the tenseness in his body, ready to strike. The near future seemed destined to destroy one of us, carved in stone, set no matter how much we tried to steer it off-course.
My distraction could, in part, be blamed on our surroundings. Though it was night, the large field was elegantly lit by the colorfull luminescent plants covering the ground beneath us. They streched for as far as I could see, disturbed in the distance by large shadows. A brilliantly lit sky above us only added to the fields' mysticity.
My insides lurched as shadows charged at us with extraordinary speed, faintly visible from the glow of the full moon above us. Familiar roars and growls seemed to shake the ground beneath me with their loudness and power as the blood-thirsty demons approached us, and I felt hopeless. We couldn’t win.
Yet one of us had to live. I cursed as I pressed the trigger and saw a shining black arrow slice through the air into the closest shadow, scattering the others as an unbelievably loud screech echoed through the night air.
My companion and I readied ourselves for the oncoming inferno, awaiting the pain and death charging to meet us.
