So, you might be wondering why i am making a new fiction and not writing on the demon of the past. Well i can't find myself to write on it as i am extremely lazy and i only find it fun to write sometimes. So i decided to make a simple one so i can pump out new chapters for this one and slowly work on the demon of the past. There might be daily releases of this one and i will always put out atleast one chapter a week. Enjoy the prologue.

Prologue.

beryl had begun carving his new toy from a piece of firewood his dad had let him take. As he was carving he was thinking of all the hardships and joys of living in his parents farmhouse. He thought of the time he caught a frog and asked if he could keep it, they agreed but the frog died soon after since he did not know what it ate. He thought of the time when his dad has fallen off from fixing the roof and needed to rest for 2 weeks. He had to take over the farming while his mother took care of his dad.

That was only 3 months ago and he would soon be 13 years old and then he would count as an adult. Being an adult meant he could get tougher and more high paying jobs. It also meant more responsibilities as he would be helping his father a lot more than what he does now. As he was lost in thought and excited for his birthday which was coming up in 1 week, his mother Sapphire entered the room. "It's time for you to sleep beryl." "But mom! I'm not tired yet." "No buts! You need to be up at dawn tommorow and take care of the cattle!" "ok mother..." As Beryl said that he stood up from the wooden handcrafted chair and put the carving knife up on the tool rack hanging by a table. He went off to bed thinking of all the fun he was going to have when he was done with the toy.

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It was now in the middle of the night and the whole family was asleep. Little did they know a starving pack of dire wolves where close to their home. But that was the least of their issues, The thing that had hunted the dire wolves to their home was a giant. This particular giant was 8 meters tall wearing a ripped up tent as trousers and using a small tree as a weapon. The dire wolves ran straight past the farm but the giant stopped as he could smell food easier to catch than dire wolves. He smelled humans. The giant took his tree and swung at the house.

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CLIFF HANGER! Haha!but i will post the next chapter tommorow. :)