Prologue
The sounds of metal clanging and death cries are all that could be heard by the two men circling each other. The battle had been raging for what seemed like hours now and both sides were suffering heavy losses but it didn’t seem to bother one of the men.
His name was Richard Van Helsing, devoted father, guardian of the portal and proudly xenophobic. There were always more humans to replace the fallen soldiers around him but he knew the man across from him couldn’t afford it.
Thoren Greyson was leading the battle for the survival of the rest of the races from his realm known as Abbir-Torl, a war that had been going for nearly 150 years. History is fuzzy on the why it started all anyone knew these days was that Van Helsing’s family saw the races that resided in Abbir-Torl as a threat to humans and wanted total extinction.
Both men were slowly circling each other with swords drawn, neither wanted to stand down till the other was dead. Warlocks and elves, werewolves and vampires, pirates and warriors, all were enemies until the humans tried to invade Abbir-Torl yet all stood side by side to fight in this battle. This war brought them all together with a common enemy, yet no one would have believed it was all because of a human woman.
Ariella Van Helsing.
Richard Van Helsing’s only daughter, she had been the catalyst and the reason we were all here, our final stand.
But her story isn’t something that could be told in a few sentences, her story started just seven short months ago.
