Prologue

Creator

TheDefectiveOne

"The cool night stood still, not a breeze daring enough to whisper through the hooked claws of those sinister branches. The Mountain had never been kind enough to give up its dead, and its living knew better than to disturb the silence under a full moon. But that night, the labored breath of a lone Child pushed in with the mist, and greedily, the undergrowth parted to allow her entry."