Prologue

The boy hiding inside the wardrobe hear the screams of his parents and although he knew that their chances of survival were extremely thin, he refused to believe that they were gone. The human part of him refused.

He heard the footsteps and held his breath. But it was useless against the invaders.

A hand broke through the door and grabbed him by the shirt. It threw him out with force and he crashed on the ground.

He looked up with fear and saw... a human.

But not quite.

Although they looked human they were not.

A woman who looked around mid thirties stood towering over the boy. Blood was splattered all over her vests and armour as well as her blade pommel but not the blade itself which glowed white and didn't seem physical.

She smirked as she saw him and said something in a foreign language.

The boy crawled and stumbled away.

'Mom...' he began but his throat blocked up for the sight that awaited him in the living room.

Both his parents body were mangled and torn apart. Blood painted the walls and his mothers hand alone reaching out for mercy.

Staring right at him lifelessly was the head of his mother.

He fell silent. No more cries or tears. The belief, the hope that he always had throughout his life, which always overshadowed the rational, logical part of him seemed to fade into dust. His emotions which always were in excess were gone. First came the fear and shock but that soon vanished.

Then something inside of him broke.