"I'm... I'm not lying..."
　　He stuttered.
　　Vollak waved her hand and Morrison hit his head on the rock behind him, blood dropped from his head while he wriggled on the floor with pains.
　　"You raped, killed two police officers and ran through the woods, a werewolf smelt your bad and evil aura and tried to kill you, you think your knife killed it?"
　　Vollak paused and chuckled evily.
　　"Knives don't hurt werewolves, I laced the knife with magic and you kill it..."
　　Vollak completed.
　　Morrison, forgetting the pain he was in looked shaken to the marrow.
　　She had known about him, but how?
　　"How did you know all these?"
　　"Because I can see things Morrison"
　　Vollak answered and once again, she swayed her hand and Morrison was back on the chair while his pain was no more.
　　"What do you want from me little witch?"
　　Morrison asked and Vollak smiled.
　　"Now we are talking..."
　　.
　　Sound of thundering marching feet filled the horizons as men on blue matching robes pulled along a haggard looking woman, white hair falling across her back while she was was clearly exhausted from being dragged.
　　"Halt!"
　　Neville, the leader of the blue matching outfit army commanded as an unknown figure who had a sack bag slung across his back, haggard looking and frail popped up in their presence.
　　The hot burning son couldn't shine any worse as the man with chapped man coughed uncontrollably and spat out a chunk of catarr from his mouth.
　　Disgusting!
　　"Hey Old man!"
　　Neville called out to the old looking man while his shiny sword pointed at the direction of the man who stood some feet away from them.
　　The man, undeterred by the leader's commanding thick baritone voice moved weakly towards them.
　　"Yes?"
　　The supposed old man answered with a nice youthful voice that contradicts his appearance, no cracky voice or frail tone...
　　Neville who had seemed stunned for a moment nodded eerily at no one with a frown on his face.
　　"Excuse us Old hag, you are stopping us from heading towards the west..."
　　Neville stated, towering above the old man with a sneer.
　　"I'm I?"
　　"Yes you are..."
　　Neville answered rather quickly impatiently as he seemed to be very conscious of time.
　　"I think your men are obstructing me from proceeding towards my destination..."
　　The old man replied while he tilted his head towards the army standing not quite far behind him and then he saw her.
　　Her old sulken face from inadequate care, chained like a slave and from her aura, she was like he but he remained undeterred.
　　"Ejiet, ļaujiet nabaga cietušajam vecajam puisim iet un nomirt pa ceļam, viņš tik un tā izskatās slims"
　　( "Go, let the poor stricken old guy go and die along the way, he looks sick still")
　　Neville spoke in Latvia, Ancient American English.
　　The army parted and the old man slowly walked pass the army and he passed by the poor woman held hostage who looked up to him with hope.
　　Like she knew who he was...
　　"Lord Herald..."
　　The woman muttered and the old man, Herald stopped on his track and faced the woman.
　　He knew the woman knows him but he seemed to be the opposite, her face was unfamiliar.
　　"Please help me... Please save me..."
　　The woman cried loudly this time around, earning the attention of Neville who came running across to her and in a hard force, he slapped the old woman.
　　"Shut up you devil!"
　　Neville swore and rubbed his hand which seemed to pain him from the force of the slap he had used in hitting the old woman.
　　Herald felt anger swirl within him as he saw what had happened and the bag he slung across his back dropped
　　"Hei, vecais hag! Get fuck outta šeit, pirms es pievienot jums savu trofeju pārdabisko es esmu notverti!"
　　Neville said again with a smirk, knowing there was no way the man would understand what he had spoken.
　　Herald slowly turned while his face dilated in anger and fury, he disdained the human before him, who seemed to embrace pride.
　　"Un, ja es neaiziešu, ko tu darīsi?"
　　Herald asked, replying in the same Latvia language as the proud Neville...
　　Neville seemed taken aback, The man had just replied him in his own language.
　　"I see you speak mine, Leave now before I lose it!"
　　Nevile snarled.
　　"I'm leaving with this woman here and if you make this any harder, I will leave with your Men..."
　　Herald said with a smirk and he gave Neville a daring look.
　　Neville who took the challenge as a Joke bellowed in laughter and his men couldn't but join him- taking the old man a clown.
　　But little did they know who they were dealing with.
　　If they knew they were mocking a two thousand year old Hybrid, they would have had their heels touching their skulls as they ran.
　　Deros, being the second in command to Neville stepped forward towords his leader.
　　"Neville... I think we let this woman go... She's being with us for a a week and she actually helped us against those wendigoes before you injected and captured her with her with the plutonium..."
　　Deros stated as he went on his knees... A sign of respect to a leader.
　　The next scene was Deros flying back at the sudden impact of Neville's hard boots on his jaw.
　　" Never oppose my statement again!... "
　　Neville sneered and stepped up at Herald...
　　"Fuck you old man..."
　　Neville spat on Herald's face and Herald lose it.
　　Blood spilled on Herald's face as he- in a flash, before anyone would see him move, ripped off Neville's head from his neck with his claws.
　　For a moment, the army couldn't comprehend what had happened, They looked from their headless leader who still remained standing to Herald who held their master's head with satisfaction and then to their headless leader again who was now laid in his own pool of blood...
　　They slowly stepped back in fear as the event sank into the back of their mind and they fell on their knees while their swords hung loosely beside their waist.
　　Deros who seemed to rejuvenate from the attack of Neville on him stood up while he used his left hand to hold his jaw while he fell on his knees.....
　　"As the law says, anyone who defeats the previous leader takes the role and controls the army who have never been defeated once since over a hundred years since her establishment... Please take control of the staff of power..."
　　Deros stated as he took the sword that Neville had held in his hand and gave it to Herald.
　　" Release the woman... "
　　He ordered and the army got on their feet and two soldiers loosened her but her wobbling leg gave way as she fell but mysteriously, Herald appeared beside her and clutched her tightly...
　　"You are safe... Trust me..."
　　Herald said but the woman was already embraced in the world of darkness.
　　.
　　.
　　.
　　The Dark world knew of Herald's return after the war against Akan, he, because of Theresa, the rougue female Werewolf who ran away from her clan to avoid being bethroted to the The cruel prince of Blood lake pack, one of the strongest in the states, to live happily with his newly found troops.
　　He, inside the dark world, created a coven where they all now lived, that was where he taught them the art of magic and the flaming sword.
　　He took care of Theresa and then two years after, they gave birth to a boy, Everything went peacefully and they were one happy family, until one day.
　　Herald had gone hunting with most of his army, there were wendigoes terrorizing his abode and he had gone hunting them- he could have handled them himself but he had wanted his army to learn new skills in hunting evil creatures.
　　On his arrival back to the territory, his army having singlehandedly destroying the wendigoes, they met their abode reek of blood.
　　Bodies of his men who had tried protecting his wife and child all littered around, in fear, he ran towards his home and searched everywhere, his army not excluded from the terror.
　　His wife and child were gone...
　　He roared in pains as his eyes dropped of blood, there was no one who had the reason to attack him, no one... Or his wife...
　　His wife... Except the Blood lake! And then he saw something that confirmed his suspicion... A letter written with blood on his wall.
　　'Come to the Blood Lake alone, your wife and child dies if followed...'
　　He felt a ting of hope with him, maybe... Just maybe he would have a chance to reunite with them.
　　He arrived there with inhumane speed, he sacrificed himself to unendurable suffering while he watched his wife and child held at knife point while they watched him suffer.
　　His eyes fell on the prince who made a sign and next thing that made Herald's hope shatter, his wife's and child's throat were ripped open.
　　"That's what happens when my bethroted escapes and goes with another man who is not strong enough to protect them..."
　　The cruel Werewolf prince had said that day and that was what triggered the merciless beast that dwelt within Herald, the beast of war, blood and merciless in battle.
　　The Ruthless Hybrid.
　　He wiped clean the pack, sparing not the babies nor the innocent wives nor the prince... He killed everything that could walk, the beast massacred them in cold blood.
　　It was after the massacre he was on his way back to the coven with the bodies of his dead wife and child he had met a one person who became his very own true friend.
　　Morrison.