▪ PROLOGUE ▪

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"So do Fairytales really exist?"

THE AGE OF MYTHICAL BEINGS subsisted long before the medieval Renaissance period.

As early as 500 years ago, mankind trusted a certain species of The Mythics. Mages. Sorcerers, the magic wielders. Some as wise and powerful as the Great Merlin himself.

But as time went on, they began to disappear, one by one. Vanished from the face of the earth. Extinct. Never to be seen or heard of again. No one never knew what ever happened to the magic users. But long after the Renaissance era came to pass, a few species lived on. Throughout countless cultures inked onto humanity's timeline in history, in all foreign folklores; there have been tragic backlashes, human beings encountered their loved ones, succumbed to the ever deadly pricks of what they're originally known, as The Dark Mythics.

In the earlier stages of society, the Dark Mythics were feared, despised, marked as outcasts—however they too hated humanity back. Regarding them as an inferior race.

Wizards were responsible for banishing them away to the Underworld to rot for eternity. But after their mysterious disappearance, their numbers increased. They were a thorn on humanity's side. In countless allegories; they've obtained many names in many forms; from the Spanish legends of El Chupacabra, to even the words of Shakespeare himself—dubbing these particular Dark Mythics as 'the cold ones'.

Feuded wars between the cold ones and the mortals waged on for decades—until in the age of Romanian Gothica began, and the Hunters of The Van Helsingr were born.

Responsible for the wipe-out of the bloodsucker race, the skilled Hunters of The Van Helsingr were a fierce force of highly trained men, strong enough to slay even the most ferocious of beasts. As centuries went by, mortals believed all Mythics were absent from the world, and only they populated the earth. But as time drifted along, mankind suddenly forgotten all about the histories of their ancestors. That Mythics never really existed in the first place. That they were all but fairy tales, legends, saga and untruths. They were purely fiction of one's imagination, make-believe, fables—found only in children's stories.

The Mythics became nothing as they were—as MYTHS.

But little did the world know, the Vamps still lived on. Vampires still exist.

Whilst Mankind continued to be oblivious to their existence in the same way as the mortal world forged itself into the modern millennia, only a few secret of humans believe Vamps still roam amongst the living. But one teenage girl in particular, was about to cross into that world of bloodshed.

What would happen, if she were to actually cross paths, with a dangerous Alpha vampire?

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