| Book Two in The Moonwarriors Saga Moonwarriors: Guardians Of the Night By Rusty Nugent |
| Prologue Dacia, 1259 A.D. The figure stood among the trees of the misty forest as the woods became swollen with dusk. He had waited patiently for this moment. He had plotted this act carefully, taking great pains to make sure his deeds would be noticed, the evidence connected to a werewolf. He watched as the enraged villagers descended upon the Chambers� home. The parents of Mary Chambers, better known to everyone throughout Dacia as Lady Knight Mary Volknor. He had murdered her years earlier, after she had given birth to a Lycanthrope child. Another abomination the world could do without. He knew that act had made him a marked man and he would be slain without a second thought should he ever be discovered. His mind drifted back to how it all had begun for him. He had a wife once. She had been beautiful, a caring and gentle spirit. That had all changed drastically after he had been attacked by a monstrous creature of dark power, and it passed it�s terrible curse on to him. He had fought it off with an axe, and succeeded in finally killing it. At first, everything was wonderful. His senses were improving, and he had begun to believe the stories about how the creatures were warriors, protectors of the people. Then he made the fateful decision to change his beloved. That�s when everything went wrong. She had slowly descended into madness, finally going totally insane with her first transformation, and attacked him. To his horror, the only way he could stop her murderous rampage was to decapitate her. That�s when he had sworn to avenge her and himself against the werewolves and show the world just how dangerous they really were. So he had set out on a quest to destroy them all, one by one. Even if it took until doomsday. He watched the villagers bang on the door, shouting death threats to the occupants inside. People they once had called friends. He heard a muffled shouting reply from within, then the mob knocked the door down, storming inside. After the funeral of Walter and Mary Volknor, he had began to sow the seeds of destruction by causing chaos and death to the humans, then yelling it was a werewolf attack near the crowd. It had worked. He watched the lynch mob exit the small house, the Chambers in tow, bound by ropes at the wrist. The figure smiled. His bait had obviously been found. The body of the young woman he had left mutilated beside the river at the edge of town. He had not eaten of her flesh, for to do so would mean giving himself away to the enemy he had plotted to destroy from within. And he could not have that. The creature watched the procession heading for a clearing in the woods where two tall wooden poles had been placed to await this occasion. There was only one member of the Chambers family left, and he was certain she would pose no threat to him . . . She had been at the edge of the wood, picking berries, humming happily to herself when the first scream had reached her ears. Then came the roar of the angry mob. Curious as to what was going on, she had crept to the safety of some thick bushes at the edge of the forest, watching intently as the mob tied both people to two tall, individual wooden poles. She was horrified to see her own parents being bound to the stakes. If only Mary and Walter still lived, none of this would be happening. But dead they were. Had been for going on four years. Her sister, her brother-in-law, her newborn nephew, and her beloved Allar had all been murdered. But who and why were still an enigma. Vilaria Chambers stood at the edge of the Black Forest watching in wide-eyed, open mouthed terror as her parents were accused of being werewolves in league with the Devil, murder, and other horrible things. What right did the church have to judge them or put them to death? They had never killed anyone. They had done nothing but good for the village, and now this was how they were being repaid. Burned at the stake. |
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