Prologue ( 2 )

Somewhere deep in the woods, a battalion of 100 soldiers wearing the same holy armour were camped in a circular formation surrounded by tents.

The men were surrounding small inconspicuous fires to aid in heating the coldness that was slumbering in their bones.

A dark shadow flashed in a distance before disappearing, one of the soldiers then silently mumbled after flashing a gaze in the certain direction.

"Is that rain?"..

Although in a low tone the ones beside him heard and looked up as well.

A couple hundreds of metres away rain seemed to pour down from the vast cloudless sky.

"What in God's name is happening there!?",A soldier exclaimed

"Hey ,isn't that where the 3rd Division is stationed?"

"You mean the one led by Darius lanister?",another in.

"Yes ,...it is."

"Haa...if its him they are probably just fine..on the other hand it seems our leader hasn't returned.",another voiced his reply with an old stuffy voice.

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The once silent night had all but descended into chaos,from the heavy growls,unhindered cries of a baby to the loud shouts and destruction of the forest a distance away.

A dark bipedal silhouette of a humanoid woman was running ,She clutched onto a nice furry blanket enclosed in between her left arm whilst with her free hand she slashed at the branches that protruded from trees with her sharp elongated claws. She was simply granting herself a clear passage in this thick and dense forest.

The night air seemed to brush unevenly on her face as she moved at an inhuman speed. Even at this pace she still managed to traverse the descending route.

The baby it seems ,clutched on her arm it cried .Its sounds filled the night but the mother could only run for their lives depended on it.

A short distance behind her ,short glimpses of silver could be seen,flashing simultaneously as the moon was reflected through patches uncovered by the trees.

Behind the woman and her baby was a group of people hot on her trail. They moved swiftly and silently like assassins in the night. Of course their objective was the woman before them.

With handsigns they communicated with each other passing on information and directions as they tried to catch or at most cut off their targets route of escape.

The chase continued for some time,but like the will of God the woman who held her baby stopped and looked back ,In front of her was a large wall that no human could bother scale,it was at least 50 metres tall ardoned with the overgrown weeds and other various plants it looked dreadful to one's sight.

A mere moment later.

A woman appeared ,her silver armour looked grey in deep covered and unlit forest .She had a slim figure,with an average height and a naturally beautiful face although not truly visible in the dark,if you look hard enough you would notice.

Without so much as a greeting she began to speak.

"Surrender now and stop this futile resistance. No matter where you run we will find and hunt your kind wolf.",making her intentions clear she drew from her scabbard a long sword in the shape of a rapier .

The woman — Elara — growled low in her throat, her golden eyes flashing in the dark. "You won't have my son," she spat, her voice rough with fury and desperation.

Without another word, Elara lunged.

She was fast — faster than any human had a right to be — and the knight barely managed to block the first swipe of her claws. The impact sent sparks flying as Elara's strength pushed the woman back, but more knights were emerging from the trees, their armor glinting with each step.

Elara fought like a cornered animal, slashing and tearing through the air with desperate grace. But there were too many of them. A sword nicked her side; another carved a shallow cut across her thigh. Blood spattered the ground as she spun, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Still she fought, but she knew she couldn't win.

"Mother Moon," she whispered under her breath, her vision swimming. "Forgive me."

As she backed against the stone wall, cradling her baby closer, her heart pounding like a drumbeat of war, she felt the weight of the inevitable crashing down upon her. And so she made her choice.

Elara closed her eyes.

"Hear me, Demon of the Forgotten Abyss," she whispered into the night, the words an ancient invocation spoken in a tongue long lost to mortal ears. "I offer you my soul — my essence — my everything. In return, grant my child escape. Grant him safety. And when the time comes... grant him power."

The air grew cold.

The shadows deepened.

And then it spoke.

"Your soul is accepted." The voice was like broken glass and silk, soft and deadly. "Your child will live. And when the moon bleeds on his eighteenth year, his past shall return... along with my gift."

Pain shot through Elara as the demon's mark burned itself into her flesh. But she didn't scream. She didn't dare.

Instead, she looked down at her child — so small, so fragile — and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Survive, my love," she whispered. "Live."

The wind howled.

The ground split open.

And before the knights could react, a pillar of black mist erupted from the ground, swallowing the child whole — and when it cleared, he was gone.

"No!" the knight leader shouted, fury breaking through her cold demeanor. "Find him! Now!"

But Elara just smiled, a bloody, broken thing. "Too late," she rasped, the strength finally leaving her body.

The knights closed in. The rapier's blade flashed.

And Elara's world went dark.