Prologue, The Story to Start It All
The moon hid her silvery visage from the scene below.Trees trembling in fear and their dark shadows did little to conceal thedarting shape of a person. Terror etched on their face, the colour drippingaway like that of the sweat pouring down. Fingers scratched by branches andbrambles as they passed. Breath inhaled like a shot,legs spent of energy. They tripped, weight and senses blinded taking them down.The ground kissed them hard, clots of dirt thrown upwards. Running steps thensomething large skidded, their arrival crested by a rising wave of dust. Behindthe dark curtain of night, red eyes loomed from a height impossible large.
“Red Hood,” a voice called out, the words strangelymisaligned on their mouth and a deep almost beastly growl vibrated through theair. “Little red hood, where do you hide when you have yet to see my teeth.”
