Northern Scotland 10:46 PM James' POV

"Wooh!" I wiped the sweat of my brow as I lay on the wooden floor of my bedroom panting. I had just finished my intense military style workout, and decided it was time to read the newest chapter of Spectral Regalia. After reading Zephon's latest chapter I prayed for the usual thing, to be transported to a fantasy world as my favourite fantasy creature, a werewolf. Completing my nightly ritual I turn the lights of in my family's bungalow, which I lived in with my parents and grandpa, I went to bed dreaming of swords and magic.

Waking up at 6:00 I go to the bathroom and wash myself, looking into the mirror I am very satisfied at what I am at 18 years of age. My hair Is short and spiked it's naturally red and goes dark almost black towards the tips, my eyes are dark ocean blue and next to my left eye is a small scar, I have a rugged jawline and some dark stubble. My body is large and all muscle after years of working out constantly every day I'm 6'9 all my family are tall and I'm no exception.

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After washing up I get to my morning chores, as I live in a family of lumberjacks my chores consist of chopping up the logs organising what I've chopped up and waking the rest of the family. Heading down the hallway of the bungalow I enter my granpas room as expected he doesn't need waking. He looks and smiles as I walk in, grandpa is 59 years old and ex military so he has took good care of himself he taught me everything I know about fighting survival in the wild all the good stuff. I respect this man so much "morning grand-- suddenly a white light flashes before fading to darkness.

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Hope you enjoyed. Part 1 of the prologue