Prologue

“We only had her for a year Roger. I don’t want to let her go, not now when I have grown so fond of her.”
Roger held his wife dearly with the child between them in her arms, “Mary, you knew what was coming. We have to let her go or else she will die here with us.”
The town was overrun with the demon soldiers of Bazaar. Fire was a blaze in every home and the screams and cries for aid were in the air. Hearing that the troops had come into the town earlier the family made their way to the river side to meet up with a trusting companion.
Tears were running down the pale woman’s cheeks. Was it her fault her child was to be born under the Prophesy of Ashen? No, she knew it weren’t, but what she did know for sure is that she wanted her precious child to remain safe for the remainder of her days.
The footsteps and haggard laughs were approaching the couple faster; it was time to say their goodbyes.
The parents kissed their baby girl and held her tightly before giving her into the arms of a close family friend. The man held her gently and started his way up the Mystic River. Smaller and smaller the two in the boat were in the couple’s sight, disappearing as they went farther and farther away.
“Roger,” Mary embraced her husband sniffing, trembling, “She’ll be alright won’t she? She’ll be alright, right?”
He kept looking unto the distance at his only child, “Ashen saw this coming dear. If she is truly meant to save us all then she will be alright.”
They turned back to the forest of which they came through to face demon warriors of all different sizes, but all with eyes of red and black.
Roger pushed his wife behind him and drew his sword. A human stepped forth out of the band of beasts, smiling horridly. “The girl, where is the girl?”
“What girl?” Answered Roger, charging with all his might.