AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello my fear readers, this book and everything is written in it is pure fiction from the author's imagination. None of the characters are real or gotten from any movie, they're all acts of imagination. For more updates on the book you can follow me on Instagram and Facebook, '@sspears or Kourtney sspears'. Enjoy.
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In 1642,
Birds chartered in the sky and trees danced to the movement of the wind, homes were opened as children ran out for their usual early morning plays in the mud. The morning sun has shown through the land of Cretoria leaving its rainbow-like trail across the tree branches and wet huts caused by the heavy rainfall the previous night.
The people were finally happy to see the sun shine so bright, this is totally a sign of good things. In Critoria, it's always been constant rain fall destroying the huts and valuable items.
Rain had smothered the land making people run out of their huts cause they had no roof anymore except those who were prepared for it. Unlike the rich and wealthy people of the land who had their hut made with sticks and stones, the people of this small village isolated from the rest in critoria had their hut made with animal skin and dried leaves.
If the skins and woods are not replaced in time, they get blown away by the wind or thorn into pieces like dust.
A fine slender looking woman stepped out of her little detached hut. "Jingle needs to go hunt down more animals for skins, the hut is falling apart!" Matador said, her voice came as almost a whisper to the little girl standing before her.
"When will you be back Mama?" Little Grace asked as she pulled the little strands of hair that covered her eyes due to the wind. Her blonde hair was twisted in one long weave hanging on her shoulders. She blinked her wet lashes as she stared at her mother.
"Soon dear, but if I'm not back, your brother knows what to do." Matador kissed her daughters forehead tenderly before putting her black cloak on, taking a basket in her hands.
It pained Matador to leave her children, but she had to go to the nearby market to get the early morning vegetables and prepare for the coming festival which was just few days ahead.
Unfortunately, the rain and wind from the previous night had ruined their little hut greatly, and even destroying most of their valuable items. Getting new animal skin would cost nothing less to three
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thousand gold coins, they barely made 100 silver coins daily so they couldn't afford that. It was best they hunt down large animals for bigger skin, even if she knew it would be very tough, but that way they'd have enough food to eat for the next weeks to come.
"You should stay away from the woods till I'm back grace, you know how dangerous things are around here". She stated as she got into the woods. Grace watched her mothers figure disappear into the woods which was much darker than their normal lands cause of the tall trees that covered light from penetrating through their long branches, before heading back in to fetch her brother.
They've experienced recent encounters and attacks from warewolves lately, especially the ones that just got turned and she didn't want anything happening to her children.
Matador was just a woman whose husband unfortunately died in one of the war between critoria and Neil and since then, she's been trying so hard to survive having great hate for the people of Neil.
The further she got into the woods, the more cold and quite it got, which was so unusual and creepy as goosebumps crept her skin, but she brushed the sudden eerie feelings off. It was still too early to harbour such ill thoughts so the rest of her day will not be ruined. Besides, it's not the first time she's taking this route.
She usually walk through this place even at night, and has never encountered any danger or harm before. Matador tried her best to avoid the muddy ground as she walked through the woods to the next village.
It was normal for trees to ruffle according to the tone of the wind. But the ruffling of trees from wind was totally different from the ruffling of trees from human, animals or even beast.
She paused to hide behind two large trees so whatever it was would pass by. She's not a baby not know this sound signifies danger, and she tried to steady her heart beats, whatever it is that has come here was not an ordinary creature. She was aware of the different creatures in the lands, but all those creatures were creatures of the night and none could harm anyone in the day time.
Matador brought out her little wond whispering spells calmly from her mouth, but she realized the more she whispered the more the ruffling sound got closer to her till a force pulled her from the floor causing her back on hit a tree and she fell on the floor.
She spat out blood from her mouth due to the force at which she fell, she quickly darted her gaze around in search of what just hit her, but surprisingly she found nothing. What's going on? What just happened to her?
The strange ruffling continued and she rose to her feet, "Who's there? What do you want?" Her words echoed back at her but no answer came. Matador didn't give up, she knew whoever or whatever had hit her was still around there somewhere, and she continued muttering her spells.
"Stop fooling yourself witch, or may I say fairy." The dark man came to view and in the blink of an eye, she has torn apart even before recognizing who he is. "Oh great, her blood is purple too." Modic dropped the dead body on the floor which quickly turned into dust. "This is supposed to be the last fairy in the land and her blood is also purple, how do I kill that child now?" He muttered.
"Master she has a child, I think they're the ones." Clamus the first angel of death appeared from a corner. He claps is long pointed edge dark fingers together, as he spoke viciously.
"Take me to the girl." Modic placed his sword back into his scabbard. Clamus inhaled the smell of the woman's blood to trace the child or children, but found none. The woman does not have an heir' Clamus was surprised. He just saw her history in his vision. He tried checking again but found nothing.
This fairy is a powerful one, even at death she still had the power to hide her family from them.
"Master, she's the last." Clamus declared to see the dreadful look on Modic's face. This only means that boy will survive.