CHAPTER ONE
Sometimes, dying is the only way to save yourself from the misery that sits
painlessly within you. Dying is the only passageway to a new life—to moving on.
A wise man once told me to never fear what isn’t visible to the human eye but to
always fear the devil within those you’re closest to. Only hope can lead you through
the Hell that we’ve buried ourselves in. Without hope, you’re lost in the odious
darkness that will never kindle until the disease we’ve brought to this world has
finally been cured.
There was no cure. There was no escape from this fate we’ve manifested for
ourselves. There was just pain. Pain alongside millions of withering cities and
townships. Pain was the aspect of what kept the humans going. Every human was
a Hunter. Their lives were less valued than the higher ranked Magik beings. I didn’t
classify myself as a Hunter, nor a Magik. I didn’t classify myself as anything. It would
completely defeat the purpose of what I believed in.
There were many things in this world that I believed in, but being classified to
a certain category would not be one of them. I spent my young days training in the
forest with my father. He kept me mildly focused on a simple task I didn’t mind
endorsing. That is, until he died.
Eight years ago there was a breach in the Hunter’s system. Everyone fled in
all directions—but I stayed with my father. We lurked through the dark forest
keeping alert of any unusual sounds. The forest was enchanted—everyone knew
so. It followed the rules of King Nicholas and his family. Nobody knows why and
how it does what it does. They just know to keep away. Hunters’ stay in Hunters’
territory—the king makes sure of that.
I remembered my father kneeling...
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... his hand again. This time I accepted his offer. We spoke
for an hour before heading back to my party. Even then, we still talked in hushed
tones around the red clothed tables that sat so innocently within the town square.
It was fairly cool outside, but still warm enough to host a birthday party, I guess.
People sang catchy jingles and I found myself singing along. My cake was made by
my mother and I blew out the sixteen candles that were smothered in vanilla icing.
After the party, I met with Nicklaus. He pushed me on a wooden swing that sat in my
backyard and told me about his father.
He explained that he lost his father also, but before my dad was murdered. I
found it difficult to believe that Nicklaus didn’t grieve over his father. He was around
the same age as I was when he disappeared. It was odd watching as he had no heart
explaining it.
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
mind was focused on other things other than his father. He thought that if he
“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside,
While in the kitchen at my grandma’s house, I was becoming use to the people there but it was still hard for me to stay calm. Since the Elmo cake with bright colors, polka dots, blue strips, and a Elmo head the size of mine was on the wooden kitchen table it was easy for my grandma to hand me over to my older cousin Bernie. She gave off the vibe that I could trust her and that she would take care of
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I hope I have persuaded you enough to become an active hunter, or at least try out
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you have been taught: what is to be feared and what is not to be feared. Plato
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