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Prologue    There are things that exist in this world that we do not know of. Things that could not even be conceived in that of our wildest imaginations. Things of pure malevolence that you’ve never known before. However, there are some that are doing everything in their power to bring peace to this world. The power struggle between the two species has evolved into a war. A battle for domination. A blood bath in which nothing but slaughtering and utter annihilation has taken control of all. These things are what we call monsters. Whether you believe it or not they do exist. You want proof? Believe me, I should know. I am one.

Prologue Have you ever had that feeling where the world around you is falling apart? And you have that feeling where you're about to die at any second? I couldn't believe that this was happening... Just the day before, everything seemed perfect! Everything was going the way it should have been. No, in fact it was better. The day before was the best day of my 17 year old life. And just 24 hours later, my life was... gone. Hanging. Smothered. Almost dead. My life was hanging on a thin, transparent thread. The only thing that could have saved me would be: a) my unsuccessful luck. b) my... average intelligence. Or c) My prince charming... who at

"Kristine! Grab Hailey for me!" My mother called from the living room and I sighed agitatedly. "Yes, Mom!" I rolled my eyes as I stood up from my seat in front of the computer. My Black hair bounced slightly as I started down the hallway and walked into the mess of a living room. My mother sat on the couch, holding Samantha, my other little sister, as she cried and screamed, while Hailey, the littlest one, sat in her "jump-a-roo", as we called it, just staring at my mother and Samantha. I smiled as I walked over. Yea sure it seemed like I hated being the oldest out of three, but in reality I loved my little sister's with all my heart. Hail

      Oh God.      They're coming.      What can I do?       I scraped my knee coming over that damn fence.       Oh God.       They smell the blood.       And I am so afraid.       Oh God.       I'm going to die.  I'm going to be ripped to shreds, here, alone in this filthy, dark alley and there will be no one who is going to save me.       I'm so scared.       There will be so much pain.       Blood will be everywhere, but oh, they won't let it go to waste.  They'll paint the town red with it.       Oh God.       I don't want to die.       Not like this.       Oh please.       Somebody save me.       NO!  T

A small baby lay in a cradle, her mother no where to be found. A small lion cub crawled up to the baby and sniffed at her, the cub knocked the baby’s cradle and the young child cried. A large man with blood on his hand lifted his right arm at the lion trying to fend the baby from the lion. The lion cub ran off. The large man picked up the child; leaving its cradle behind. “Come, child, it seems your mother has gone and gotten herself killed.” He said with an evil little laugh. The baby looked at the man as if trying to figure out what he’d just said. About 10 years, when the man had noticed that the child was a little

~PREQUEL~ My name is Zylli and I served in Aslan's Army of Narnia during the battle of Beruna. I, like my other female centaur comrades,  stood as archers on the battlefield lead by King Edmund. Much depended on us when King Peter ordered the retreat, we were to provide cover as they made their way to better positions. We fired our arrows true, for we knew our Kings and our General could not accept failure. Not one arrow missed its target as the enemy, the White Witch, made her way closer and turning one of my centaur comrades to stone after the other. My duty was to my people, and upon seeing our General turned to stone, we all knew that i