1 Prologue

Finally, it came to him. He dashed to his bed and grabbed the linens that he had thrown previously from to stone floor. Archer commenced to ripping the linens in halves and tying them to each other, end to end. Once a rope was made, the anchor end was tied off to the dark brown oak bedframe and the other end was tossed out the window. The chill of the afternoon brushed his skin as he released the sheets out the window. After giving them a hard tug, Archer was satisfied so he grabbed his sword and began his decent to the battle spreading throughout his kingdom.

The young prince's adrenaline coursed through his veins as he listened to the screams and roars of the spectacle happening beneath him. He had trained his entire life for this moment. He cautiously watched his surroundings as he continued. The cold air was chilling his armor as he descended, and very slowly Archer began to feel his fingers begin to tingle. He paused long enough to see how much space remained till his feet touched the ground, but his face twisted in horror as he watch one of the royal knights get jumped from behind by a creature he had never seen before.

The creature was very dog like, but was somehow larger than a human by about a foot. It appeared to have a gray tint to its blood matted fur that didn't reflect well with the 3 inch long bloody fangs that protruded out of the front of its mouth. The "wolf" jump on the guard, and just as quickly as it came, it left again, only after effortlessly removing the heart from the torso of the man. Blood stained the little patch of snow nearby as the creature tossed the heart aside and left the remains behind, steaming.

"Look away. Look away. Look away. Just get down. It's gone. Remember what you're doing. Do not falter." Archer kept whispering to himself, trying to reassure himself over the doubt that was steadily rising in his chest. The sounds Archer heard were so foreign to him. The sound of hooves stamping the ground was prominent and the the howls from the wolves were all over the place.

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Left hand.

Right foot.

Right hand.

Left foot.

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Archers muscles screamed at him as he resisted the planets naturally pull against his body, wanting to pull him down. Besides the fatigue from the climb and the cold biting at his limbs, everything was going smoothly. Once he was about halfway done, a glint of red reflecting in the sun caught the corner of his eye. Before he could calculate his next move, there was an explosion that rattled every fiber in his body. His vision blurred as he felt his grip release from the linens. The last vision to cross Archers mind was another glint of red scales as the mighty beasts horned head was turning around for another pass at the tower.

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