Prologue

Braenwyn, the young queen of Vannr fled down the large stone steps to the garden. The morning mist kissed her pale sunken cheeks as she tried to push the heavy black gate with her hands. "Shit!" She yelled when the gate wouldn't move and she noticed her hands were now covered in blood. "Hell's fire!" Grendyl had already come that way and the blood, the precious blood she was supposed to protect had been scattered about the entire garden path. "May the Darkness be Merciful," she said as she called a dagger into her hand and without hesitation drove it straight through her heart.

Somewhere nearby a deep guttural laugh could be heard, and the trees shuddered.