The Eve of the Hunters

This book is truly dedicated to someone very special to me, my aunt, Vickie Mills, whom I will miss every day of my life.

Prologue

In a Time Long Forgotten…

The stories of the Greek Gods were infamous. Any story that is told and retold for centuries can somehow through the line be distorted. Facts are rearranged, and we then place events in the wrong order...

We forget that there were beings that were revered, had incredible powers. On the other hand, did we? Or is it somehow the work of a higher power that lets us believe that we are genuine beings in this world...

The fate of man… It is ours alone to make. And ours alone to destroy...

Part One

The Thirteenth Century
Somewhere in the distant hills of Hungary

The riders sat on their mounts and watched the scene below. It was their job to be here, to observe and to stop the events from involving further out of control...

The village lay in ruins. Bodies were sprawled everywhere. Despite abundant rumors of animal attack, they knew what had really attacked the villagers...

“We are too late,” said the man in the middle...

“Salt and burn the bodies.” The man in middle sighed. “Quickly.”

A Hundred Years Later

The great hall of the castle loomed in front of the travelers as they stood in awe at the spectacular sight...

The youngest of the travelers, a young girl, walked forward to the huge round table where there were several people already awaiting her...

“Have you come to an agreement, child?”

The girl raised her head and stared at the old man...

The old man slumped in the chair as he witnessed an end to all their hopes and dreams slip to the floor. The demon turned to him, blood on his mouth, and grinned.

“One day,” the old man sat down. “They will turn against you, and then we will see who has the last laugh...”