Prologue
1570 England
Date is November 18th, 580 A.D. My village had been trampled by King Darius and his army. They are looking for the White Wølf, and to find him, they are going to slaughter my village's citizens. I can no longer risk my family's safety. I am going to have to leave them. This is a journal that I will pass on to my daughter. My beautiful young lady. She is a five-year-old girl. Her olive-colored skin and white hair. Oh, she is such a ray of sunshine in my life. I wish I had more time to spend with her. I hope she will understand and forgive me when she grows up to be a lovely woman. Oh, how I want to be there to see her grow up, but I cannot risk her life. Andra, I love you and hope you understand why I had to leave you.
To my beautiful daughter,
Andra
