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It was a war that could have never been avoided. An event that was destined to spell doom for the existence of the world. Despite the devastating challenges and the yet final victory over the forces of Valentine, Hecrydos and councillor Aramis, there was nothing Vanessa could do to stop the epic raging battles of the " Lunar Wars". Journey with Vanessa through this world of mysteries, deception, struggle for power, betrayal and epic battles in this first book of the Lunar chronicles.

Lunar Wars Chapter 1 Prologue

"Many years ago, when wolves and humans lived together, the monks had sought a way to another realm and by mistake opened a pathway to Tartarus (Hell). Hecrydos, the commander of the demons saw this opportunity and invaded earth. Hecrydos and his army of demons caused great destruction on earth.

Legend had it that Hecrydos was in search of a magical goblet called the Holy grail.

It was an object that would give him ultimate power and immortality if he drank blood from it. He destroyed everything in his path in his search for it. Seeing this destruction, Queen Diana beckoned on the monks to seek a solution. The monks sought a legendary tree called the 'Tree of Eden'.

At last they found it, but unfortunately it was protected by two mighty dragons that stood tall and mighty; their heads reaching up to the clouds. Unable to defeat the dragons, the monks granted the dragons their ultimate wish; to gain the ability to transform into humans in exchange for a fruit of the tree. The monks returned and melted the fruit in the blood of a demon and melted bronze, crafting it into a magical pendant; the Lunarike pendant.

It was able to control the hearts of demons and even Hecrydos himself.

Afterwards, Queen Diana banished Hecrydos and his army of demons into eternal imprisonment in the void, a realm found by monks. Using a seed from the fruit of the tree of Eden, the monks grew a tree to serve as the barrier between the void and the earth. They called it the Acrylys. After the event, humans began to fear and discriminate against wolves and so we hid ourselves away till we slowly faded into myths among humans. Prophecy says Hecrydos will be back to complete his mission. The End," Queen Patricia said, closing a book in her hands that she had just read to her 5 years old daughter, Vanessa.

She sat on the edge of her daughter's bed, while her daughter sat upright on the bed, leaning against her pillow. The room, Vanessa's room, was dark but for the illumination from the lamps leaning against the wall. The walls of the room were painted a light blue and pink color, and the marble floor, white.

"Mom, what of the pendants the monks had created?" Vanessa asked, wrapping her arms around her teddy bear, with a curious smile on her face.

"The Lunarike pendant?" Patricia asked.

"Yes."

"Queen Diana hid it under the throne and it remains there today." Patricia smiled, and tapped the bed. Vanessa snuggled into the blanket that was wrapped around her, and pulled the teddy closer before closing her eyes.

"Good night sweetie." Patricia leaned in, and kissed Vanessa on the forehead.

***

Vanessa slowly opened her eyes, and peeped to see if her mom had left. She planned to check out the pendant that night. She was happy her mom hadn't suspected a thing when she asked for it's location.

She slowly got up from her bed, and walked a few metres forward to switch on the lamps. She hurriedly put on her sandals that was laid at the foot of the bed before walking out through the door to her room.

She turned left, silently walking through a dark corridor, using her enhanced sight to see in the stark darkness. She heard some voices and footsteps getting closer, and hid behind a wall.

She patiently waited, and watched Thelonius, the head guardian and Kane, Patricia's assistant pass by.

As soon as they went out of sight, she came out of hiding, and continued walking. She turned down the last fork that lead to the throne room, and hastened her steps, looking back continuously to check if anyone was watching, or perhaps following her. She doubted that though.

She finally reached the large arched door that lead into the throne room, and held on to the handle of the door to the throne room. She sighed, and pushed it open, entering into the throne room.

The chamber was lined with chairs, arranged in order at both sides of the chamber. Huge chandeliers dropped from the sparkling white ceiling, and their light radiated off the surface of the dull grey walls.

At the far end of the room was a magnificent golden throne adorned with precious stones and ornaments, and at the both sides of the throne were wolf statues that stood out tall and mighty. Vanessa's lips curled up into a smile, and she ran towards it.

She let out a deep breath on getting there, and bent down, using her hands to pull out a trap door under the throne. She frowned on seeing nothing but dirty, ancient scrolls below the trap door.

Her face lit up into a knowing smile, and she quickly began to push them aside. The smile widened when she saw a bright golden pendant below the scrolls. She picked it up, and held it with her both hands, causing it to glow.

She held it to her nose, and inhaled the cold metallic smell. Beyond that cold metallic smell, she could smell something great: power.

She began to hear footsteps approaching, and she dropped it in it's original position. She picked the scrolls she had set aside, and began to position it on the pendant, as it was previously.

She fixed the trap door, and ran down the throne platform. She looked across the room, and finally hid among the chairs in the chamber.

The door to the chamber opened, and a guard stepped in, holding a torch; the night breeze agitating the scanty flames. The guard walked into the chamber, and looked around shortly.

He soon turned to leave the chamber, and closed the door. The sound of the closing door reverberated through the chamber, and Vanessa slowly crawled out of hiding. She sighed in relief, and ran out the door.

***

A portal is shown slowly opening next to the throne. It was deep green in color, and stood like a round door against the air. Out of nowhere, a demon-like creature jumped out of it, and let out a loud growl.

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