PROLOGUE ONE: SHE HAS BEEN FOUND
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"She has been found!" A man yells before slapping a small Polaroid picture on a mostly blank corkboard. "She was spotted in the wizarding hub of the Midwest in the US. She seems to have picked up several scum up as well." The man turns to face a growing crowd. "My forefather, may he rest in peace, started this guild to make sure all of these non-human scum are ended for good! They may have tried to escape our justice!" He says, spraying the crowd with his spittle, "But we shall end them! This guild shall finally reap what has been sown!" The crowd cheers before grinding to a halt as an old man slowly shambles forward with a cane in a time-wrinkled hand.
"And have you done that thus far, my boy?" says the old man in a fragile, yet mocking voice. "I knew your father, his father, and his father's father. But none of you have amounted to anything. All four of you have been a shame to the founding father of our guild!" He snaps before unsteadily shuffling forward into the light. "Do you have more proof than that of a small photograph?"
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"Bugger it all, Old Clint, I saw her with my own two eyes! And she spawned like the scum of the Earth that she is. She's got a 20-year-old that she calls daughter." He sneers at Old Clint. "Her spawn also spawned some scum. Two toddlers were seen with Marie Barbeau." The crowd gasps and jostles at hearing that name. "They looked to be about three or four, so they must be twins of some kind. I have no clue what kind of circle that Marie has, but it can't be too dangerous. I've seen only one or two males around her, so it should be pretty easy picking." The man glares at Old Clint. "Happy, old man?"
Old Clint rocks on his feet for a minute before slowly rasping his answer. "Yes, it does. My family has been chasing Eyre Barbeau's family for the past 700 years, and I have just the trap for them. These dragels" he bellows out to the jeering crowd, "will do anything for their spawn... including dying for them." A sinister look appears on Old Clint's face before his next statement. "Take this teleporter, and get the children to touch it. Then slit their throats. The scum will follow." The old man starts to turn around, but before he does his eyes soften while looking at the first man. "And yes, I am happy, Young Clint." And he fully turns around and walks away.