Warrior of the Bloodmoon

Rise of the red Moon

Prolog:

She is running, running away from them, faster, always faster, she can hear them, they are still chasing her. She can barely see her own hands, its too dark, something warm is dripping down her legs, she is bleeding, the thorns of the plants in the forest tore her skin apart.

Lost in thoughts she became careless, didn't payed enough attention to the floor. Some plants twined around her legs and made her fall to the floor. As she hit the floor the air in her lungs get pressed out, she can't breathe. The skin on her legs is torn from thorns, her neck bleeds from the steel collar they forced her to wear, her wrists are abraded from the rope they used to tie her hands together. She slowly begins to faint.

The sound of leather armour, Hardened steel and cracking wood brought her back she turns around, they are near, way to close. The light of torches glow through the darkness of the forest.

As she attempts to get up her legs don't react, she can't anymore, she is at her limits.

Tears are rolling down her cheeks, she prepares herself to get raped and killed by the Human hunters. Running away is pointless anyways they marked her with a dark spell. They will always find her, no matter what, no matter how far or she is running. No matter how good she is hiding. The order of the evil heart will always see her. She managed it to get on her knees, thorns and twigs dig into her legs, she can't feel the pain anymore. She closes her eyes and faces the moon above her. The blood she lost already covers her hands and legs. She starts to cry. As she opens her eyes, she saw the red moon above her. With a high thin voice, she cried: "This is the end, not even you can change my destiny, Reaper of the red moon, Slayer of gods, the forsaken by Heaven and hell, sealed away into a human body!"

The glow of torches reached the forest clearing, she turns her head towards the manhunters. She is prepared, prepared to die.

Without any words the manhunters come closer. Drawing their serrated daggers. They are not going to kill her yet. She closes her eyes again. Everything becomes cold, she can feel how her body gets lifeless. But... she isn't dead yet. The air she is breathing is burning in her lungs, like smoke, the floor is frozen, was it frozen before? She cannot remember. The man with the serrated dagger isn't moving anymore, he can't, he is dead, his blood covers the frozen floor before her. His arms are chopped off and the serrated dagger got rammed through his mouth into his throat. The other manhunter are alive but dropped their torches and draw their longswords. They all are facing her, what happened? She is scared, too scared to turn around, this is a whole new type of scared. Something, or someone is behind her, she can feel his power, his force. She didn't notice before, but everything is dived into a bright dark red light, as if the trees are bleeding. The unknown thing is coming closer, she gets covered by its shadow, a black shadow in a red light. Her blood feels like freezing in her Veins. The pressure of his presence is unbelievable. Slowly a Heavy blade gets shoved int the frozen floor in front of her. She never saw a blade like this before, she never saw many blades, but this one is different. It was a dark blade, looking like glass she can look through it. Inside the blade in the middle is a glowing red lightning, slowly moving. The blade gets hold by the jaws of a white dragon, the grip is black and red light is glowing inside the grip, escaping through the gaps between the ribbon which wraps the grip. At the end of the grip is a hand stopper with a red glowing pentagram. This sword is Fearsome. The man hunter prepares for fighting. Slowly surrounding her and the unknown. "we are the elite of the evil heart, you will die stranger, just run away and flee" the manhunters laugh the are more, they are outnumbering him easily it is a 5 against 1. "run, why are you still here, run!" she says to the stranger, but he looks down at her and just places his hand on her head saying: "you released me from my sealed prison, I have waited thousands of years to take my revenge at he high gods in the heavens who betrayed me, You are not going to die today!" with those words he passed her, she can see him from behind walking straight in the direction of the manhunters, without his blade. He is tall and muscular, with black hairs. His coat reaches down to his ankles and a white stripe is on the back from top to below, in the middle of his back is a red pentagram circled by 13 golden runes, only one rune is glowing bright red. His shoes are heavy and armoured, combat boots.

The manhunter launches an onslaught towards him, the man with the coat dodges the thrust of his sword and stamps on the blade with his boots, dragging the manhunter after the blade down to the floor. The man, her saviour, reaches out for something that isn't there, did he forget his blade? Suddenly the air becomes electrified it smells like a thunderstorm, out of nowhere a massive red lightning struck her saviours hand. He is holding a Scythe now in the hand which got struck. "you are not going to hell, neither to heaven. Your soul will be lost in the Infinite void, the dark abyss the gap between hell and heaven." Her saviour rams down the blade of the scythe and cut his body apart from the shoulder to the hips. The other man hunter get caught by an immense fear and tried to escape, another lightning struck his scythe and changed it into a bow. He tensions the bow and fires, releases the wire. All sounds disappeared for a moment, but then a white ray appears, a sound so loud and fearful, mighty and deep, fills the air, the ray pierces the fleeing manhunter, ripping his upper body halve off, same happens to the others. All of them died in just a second, the elite warriors of the underworld had no chance. The bow becomes ashes and falls to the floor. Her saviour is coming towards her and reaches out his hand to help her up. "what's your name?" he asked. "Sakaya" she Sayed.