The Hound
Her
name is Eva.
I am The Hound.
Don’t let my appearance fool you. I know I look like a wolf, but I am a hound. I go by many different names in your land and your people talk about me in myth and legend, but I am not a myth or legend. I come from the Underworld – a place of great sorrow and pain for your people. Your kind say only bad people can go to the Underworld, but no. All of you will venture into the Underworld on your way to somewhere else.
You call the Underworld your hell or your purgatory. Uffern or inferno. But no.
It is the Underworld.
The Underworld was here long before your hell. It was here when the land was only ice, when the first men trekked north into this land and before the Celtic tribes inhabited it. It was here before the Roman, Angle, Saxon, Viking or Norman invasions, before the Christians came and the Pagans disappeared, and it will be here still after your people are gone. It was the first to be here and it will be the last. It is older than Annwn or Avalon, and any other godly otherworlds the many gods and goddesses created.
But I am not here for you, I am here for her.
She is Eva and she will be delicious.
She thinks she is safe, but she is wrong.
The king of the Underworld has a plan for her.
