[ Old world - somewhere very very close to the Blackmoon Settlement ]
( CAUTION: The following chapter contains some graphic descriptions that many might find disturbing. I had to incorporate it because it was necessary to feed the essence of the story. If you find it disturbing please feel free to skip it. I will try to write the following chapters in a way that you don't miss out on the story)
"Wake up, my pretty little one… don't keep me waiting."
Roanoke's voice slithered through the midnight air like a blade across flesh… Well, technically he did yield a blade and there was flesh as well.
He crouched over the rotting body, laid flat on the earth…just beyond the borders of the Blackmoon Settlement.
His shadow writhed unnaturally long in the devilish glow surrounding him. The trees around him seemed to lean away from him, their bark splitting as if they too recoiled from what was about to happen.
