Prologue.
Note guys that this book is unedited, but will be edited soon once its series is completed. I hope to write three of it. Now, the second book (The Untamed) will soon be finished. Then, I'll write the third book( The Cursed). After then will I start reediting. If before I finish this book, it could be applied for pay-to-read, I'll also have re-edited it before applying for pay-to-read. Thanks for understanding.
The elders call it Reality, but I think of it as a Tale. They say it lies behind those bushes of my small town. In the forest, it seeks it protection and lurks out from to unleash malice when it's time. They also say it kills, rather feeds from my kinds — humans — at night. It's taken to be extremely dangerous.
The rumours have been fed by those elders to every one in town, now it's been turned into believe. A real one, it's once apparent doubts finally gone. Perhaps, I'm the only one who doesn't believe...yet. And my father.
My name is Kara, one of the citizens of the town named, Mulan. My father and I live differently from the others, a bit far distance from almost nearing the outskirt of the town where the prohibited forest lies. Well, neither of us complains, because it helps gives us a break from whatever believes, which I take as ignorance, the town takes so seriously.
My father is a laughing stock to the people of Mulan. They say he's a maniac, because of his inventions, which I strongly believe to be the science in him. No one takes that part seriously here. All they know is to feed their families and be happy till the land goes above them, a language here for death. No one wants to explore, nor does anyone wants to invent.
Long before I was born, the tales of the beast of the nights, coming to take people's soul and their body away has been laid to fret people, and they suck on it. No one is to get close to the forest anytime, especially during dusk, or nightfall; everyone is to be in their homes once the sun sets. The fear lies in everyone's heart that it's almost impossible to smell it, as all have breed in it.
The elders takes themselves as the Hunters, training their young ones and those who will volunteer — technically from another family, and will like to join into their doings — so they can be able to destroy the beast when he comes out some day. He's never came out.
Roland; the lastest generation of the Hunters and basically, the Head of the village manages to continue in the line of his ancestors. He has many trainees, each of them who spread the word of the deadly beast till this present time.
I don't know if the rumours real. I don't care. All I know in my heart is that I will not let any believe tame my life. I've always wanted something extraordinary, something far more different from this life I live in. Something that will rewrite my history. My fate isn't something ecstatic to be delighted about, but only... only... if I can rewrite it. And I know I can. And I will. The Nocturnals, they call it... or he — since no one knows its identity. Whatever goes on from presently, I won't let it bring me down, nor my dreams, and surely not that adventurous life, I've always dreamed about.
