Something a little different...

Just a little something from a project I'm working on, a story entitled "By the Dark of a Hunter's Moon"

Keirstaad speaks…

We are the Hunters.  We are one with the Night.

For centuries the War between Good and Evil has raged unabated, with the Night an eternal battlefield and the souls of Mortals the elusive prize. And, for centuries, the Hunters have stood as guardians, protecting from harm the innocent and the unwary. The would-be predators become our prey; the hunters the hunted. Ours in an on-going battle, with no quarter given

Down through the centuries our existence has been the stuff of legend and myth. Folk tales in Northern Europe and Scandinavia call us the Wild Hunt, wolves and hounds howling and chasing prey in the dark of night. We’ve been called Ghost Riders, believed to be spectral horsemen pursuing or quarry across the heavens.  Our names have been many, but our truth only one.

We are the Hunters, eternal guardians, neither Mortal nor Immortal.

Nearly everywhere we have been known, we are held in fear and awe. To hear or see us has been to know us as harbingers of doom. Doors were locked and windows shuttered. Simple folk cowered at the sound of our approach, praying to be passed unharmed.

The earliest people knew the truth of our existence. But that truth was lost quickly in the shadow of fear, and we have become nearly as reviled as those evils we’ve long battled.

Well, so be it. The world has moved on, and so have our enemies. Evil has taken new forms and multiplied. Still we stand firm against it. The old has been forced to give way to the new, but through it all, we have endured, adapted and grown. Through it all, we have remained true to who we are.

We are the Hunters.  We are one with the Night.