Huntsman A Field of shadows

January 3rd 1831

-Fields of France.

Personal Journal of Leon Wagner.

Final Entry.

Dear reader. If you happen to stumble upon this sad tale. Know it brings me know pleasure to have played a part in creating it.

My name is Leon Kurtis Wagner.

I am...was. A huntsman. I dedicated my life to rid the world of the inhuman creatures of the night that lurk deep it's shadows. Monster's who's sole devilish purpose would be to bring innocent people to harm.

But I have failed in my duties.

Some may hate me for what I have wrought from my actions. Some may cheer. Most will want to see me hanged. But know dear reader that I did what I thought was right for all and the good of humanity.

I now write this page with the blood from my wound acting as it's precious ink. My hand shaking yet stern in finishing this final act of my life. My wound's may be fatal. They may not be. I may yet survive and am probably writing this for nothing. But if my time has truly come. I wish to have my story long outlive me. Because as a dear friend of mine once said, even in death, a story can carry you forever.

I hope these record's will carry my last words to you even after I am long gone and most likely never found. I do not wish to die. Does anyone really? And I am not entirely sure if any will even find this book let alone bother to read it. That is the choice I will leave in your hand's dear reader. Make good use of it.

I suppose a tale like this requires a better understanding to fully comprehend the state I have left the world in over these past few months. Very well. If I am to be remembered only through this small degraded diary which has accompanied me throughout my blindsided journey. Then listen well.

I desire to carry on what I have learned to you dear reader. My adventure's and failures. The good friend's I knew from day's long passed. And of the mistake's for which I can never atone. Think of me what you will while reading my personal tale. It is sad. It is hopeful. And it is vile. But it is the truth of what happened. The original truth. And such a thing is hard to come by these days no matter how hard we search. And no matter how hard we try to keep it alive.

My journey much like this story begins with a single drop of ink one year ago...