A cloaked figure walked underneath the suns dying light, ignoring the simple peasants, farming and doing other mundane tasks, including the guards around them, who kept a close and wary eye on the slightly richer folk, who shopped without a care in the world. Some even going as far to wrinkle their noses at the stink of the lesser people.

  The thick, black cowl hid the figure's face, but it failed to cover the single lock of silky brown hair that tumbled out of it's shadows, identifying the figure as a girl. She rushed to her location in too much of a hurry, or perhaps, simply not caring about the lock of hair. She continued to her location, ducking around the bustling crowd of the kingdom. She neared the gates of the Kingdom of Vrylle. The forest stood before her, a great awning of a woods.

  Oak trees stood tall, dark, and...ominous. The darkness that reached for the kingdom's light a clear reminder of all the danger that lurked within...

  The girl twisted to see the last of the sun's glow, as it continued it's swift descent over the leafy green treetops, turning the light blue sky a dying red color. Her face remained an emotionless mask. Though her eyes, beneath the turquoise blue, flecked with shades of a darker more feral hue, revealed her panic.

  By this time the girl had reached the gates. Two guards had begun the back breaking work of closing it. Ignoring the guards, she rushed through. Her cloak flowed behind her, dark and widespread like a raven's inky wings. Ignoring their cries to halt she continued, her steps light and practiced. They crunched on the fallen leaves, and leapt agilely over the stray rock or log.

  Soon, the sun disappeared, and the moon took it's place. Shining on the ground below with it's silvery glow. Illuminating the forest floor. Meanwhile, the girl had panted to a stop.

  The girl was far too deep in the forest for any normal folk to hear her scream...

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[A/N Please Note that this IS the Prologue. It is meant to be short.]

Have a nice day. I hope you enjoyed the first part of The Bryngur.