Prologue - Memories
The mind is a beautiful and terrifying thing.
She didn't remember the screams. She didn't remember the fires burning. She didn't remember the faces of her parents or the tears of her little sister.
What she did remember was the sickly sweet smell of the cigar and how it overpowered the smell of blood. She remembered the wet, gurgling laughter as he kick the body of her father over and over. She remembered the sight of the dull amber eye flashing around the camp looking for her and the fires glow reflecting off the dead, milky white eye of the other.
She hid as he and his pack ransacked the small group. They took nothing; just destroyed and killed everyone.
Those that she called family and friends, who protected her and kept her safe were lying dead.
She watched from her spot hidden amongst the roots of an ancient Oak as the life that she was once knew was snatched away from her in an instant and yet she had no idea why. What was the reason? What was going to happen to her now?
She might not remember much from that night, but she knew she will never forget that monster.
She didn't care how long it would take but he would pay, his blood would spill.
