| Author: | Scott Williams | ISBN: | 9781524620844 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | July 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Scott Williams |
| ISBN: | 9781524620844 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | July 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
A man stood on the ledge overlooking a large valley. His black hooded cape flapped in the wind of the cold Russian night winter air. If it were any other man, the wind would have frozen him to the bone, but while in his fighting outfit, Gabriel felt as if he was standing in the sun on a spring day. He looked down the valley before him, carefully observing the battle below him. The sounds, the smells, and the sight of battle has all but become a standard in his life. Some might say that the whole experience has numbed Gabriels senses. Standing there with his arms crossed and eyes piercing with little to no expression on his face, Gabriel watched as one werewolf after another attacked the castle, leaping as they reach the wall and then, with their sharp claws imbedded in the stone, beginning to climb its high walls. Others attacked the main gate as their entire freedom depended on everyone performing at their highest. The vampires occupying the castle tried with every bit of their strength to fend off the attacking werewolves. Some in the bat form swooped across the wall, trying to knock the werewolves off. Others used crossbows, firing silver-tipped bolts. Across the field in front of the castle, many werewolves fell, yet for every werewolf that fell, two or three would take its place. Soon all the vampires efforts would be in vain. It wasnt going to be very long. The sun was going to pike over the horizon, forcing the vampires to flee out of the light of the day. Behind Gabriel a man paced back and forth. He was dressed in sixteenth century captains uniform. He held his iron helmet at his side, pressed against the black and gold garment of the uniform of Gabriels men. Centuries before, Gabe had rejected the idea of having an army at his side to fight evil, but Pope Sylvester insisted that he have an army for just the cases such as the one he was facing on this day. The orders from the pope and czar of Russia, remove the werewolf and vampire problem in this land. Upon arriving though, it became clear that half of the work was going to be done for them.
A man stood on the ledge overlooking a large valley. His black hooded cape flapped in the wind of the cold Russian night winter air. If it were any other man, the wind would have frozen him to the bone, but while in his fighting outfit, Gabriel felt as if he was standing in the sun on a spring day. He looked down the valley before him, carefully observing the battle below him. The sounds, the smells, and the sight of battle has all but become a standard in his life. Some might say that the whole experience has numbed Gabriels senses. Standing there with his arms crossed and eyes piercing with little to no expression on his face, Gabriel watched as one werewolf after another attacked the castle, leaping as they reach the wall and then, with their sharp claws imbedded in the stone, beginning to climb its high walls. Others attacked the main gate as their entire freedom depended on everyone performing at their highest. The vampires occupying the castle tried with every bit of their strength to fend off the attacking werewolves. Some in the bat form swooped across the wall, trying to knock the werewolves off. Others used crossbows, firing silver-tipped bolts. Across the field in front of the castle, many werewolves fell, yet for every werewolf that fell, two or three would take its place. Soon all the vampires efforts would be in vain. It wasnt going to be very long. The sun was going to pike over the horizon, forcing the vampires to flee out of the light of the day. Behind Gabriel a man paced back and forth. He was dressed in sixteenth century captains uniform. He held his iron helmet at his side, pressed against the black and gold garment of the uniform of Gabriels men. Centuries before, Gabe had rejected the idea of having an army at his side to fight evil, but Pope Sylvester insisted that he have an army for just the cases such as the one he was facing on this day. The orders from the pope and czar of Russia, remove the werewolf and vampire problem in this land. Upon arriving though, it became clear that half of the work was going to be done for them.
