The Dark Hero - Prologue “AAARRROOOUUUGGHH!!” the fearsome howl bounced through the forest, leaving terror in its wake. The Helkles were on the hunt, and so was their master. The pack of beasts shot through the forests, their muscled bodies plowing through the underbrush. Their freakishly enlarged noses flared as they examined the night air, locating their prey. They lifted their glowing red eyes, searching for their target. Their warped claws dug into the forest floor, their elongated teeth glistening with drool. The pack followed the scent to a lone cabin, well hidden in the shadow of a cliff. The monsters bayed, summoning their master to the spot.
James followed the sound of the Helkles. As he drew near, the creatures stopped making noise. James entered the clearing in front of the cabin, sword in hand. The Helkles turned to face him, bowing their heads in respect. The beasts surrounded the front of the cabin, patiently waiting in a semi-circle formation. Once he made sure the coast was clear, James moved into a more relaxed and confident posture. “Come out, criminal!” He shouted. “My Helkles have you surrounded. You may as well accept your fate!” The only sound filling the night air was the subtle breeze through the trees and the panting of the Helkles. Then, a loud bang from the back side of the cabin. James and his helkles took off, circling the backside of the cabin. A dark figure ran off into the night, speeding into a nearby narrow canyon. “Get him, boys!” James said. The Helkles took off, following the dark figure. James ran as fast as he could manage, barely keeping the beasts in his sight. When he caught up with them, the creatures had already surrounded the fugitive at the end of the canyon. The man’s black eyes barely reflected any light as he looked up defiantly at James. His full, brown beard had leaves and twigs in it, and his brow glistened from his sustained running. “The Order will never keep control,” the man said. “Evil never wins. Not for long. As long as there is evil, good will be there to fight it.” James cackled. “You don’t really believe that, do you? The Order has access to power you can’t even begin to imagine. No one stands a chance against us. Soon, the world will be unified under The Malevolent One, and there will be peace. You won’t be there to see that day.” “I wouldn’t want to,” the man said. James raised his sword, preparing to strike. He looked deep into the man’s eyes. There was no fear, no regret, only a burning sense of defiance. As the sword came down, James bolted upright, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. He looked around, examining his tent. The forest lay quiet around him, enveloping him in silent darkness. James laid back down but couldn’t even manage to close his eyes. The image of the man, lying helpless, yet defiant, haunted him. At least it was only a dream.
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