Prologue

She always thought she'd be safe. Safe from the O'Hallow's Eve Sacrifice. She was barely 16, two years under the age limit. So she had nothing to worry about, right?

She was just scared for no reason....or so she thought.
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She thrashed as his furry hands latched onto her wrists and lifted her into the air. She kicked and thrashed, the muscles in her wrists tearing and her bones bruising. She didn't care though. She had to get away. To flee this... this....Berserker.

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