Prologue

The sun gallantly rose over the mountains, separating the night from the new day.

A new dawn waited, bringing with it our fate. No one knew for sure what destiny held for us. Our lives changed with each day. Every day brought to us a new decision, a new choice and a new hope.

Who was I to fight against Fate? Her will was predetermined even before the existence of time. It was her decision as to the course my life had taken. She had taken from me love, my will and my hope. Never had I felt as hopeless as my life began to spiral into another wave of destiny. Yes, I feared this new destiny.

I fought like the warrior that I was. Strong, determined and fearless I fought against my foe. If I were to live in the time of Achilles, I would have been considered a goddess.

Since I lived in this time, would anyone know the battle I endured? Would anyone remember my name? Or would my battle be long forgotten in the sands of time?

My battle waged, as the fight for my life continued, a fight with the will to survive and to live. I was much more than a Lycan. Another part of my life that I never knew dwelled deep inside my soul. A Dark Wolf had emerged from within me. The blood of the ancient tribe of wolf shape shifters ran through my veins. I was destined for war. It was in my blood. The war waged on as the battle came to a climax.

With my sword held high, I charged. The blades collided. The sound of steel against steel sang loudly into midnight‟s cold air. My hand was not as strong as my opponent‟s, but it was not my hand that failed me. In that one dreadful moment, it was my heart that weakened. The dreadful moment that took my life.

The sharp silvery sword of my enemy fell upon me, cutting into my flesh, penetrating deeply into my heart. My eyes suddenly widened from the shock of my defeat. Slowly, I dropped to my knees, clutching to my chest as the crimson red blood stained my hands. With heavy death laden eyes lifted to my opponent, I waited in agony. A glimpse was what I wanted, just to look into the eyes of my foe before my eyes closed forever.

My world faded, slipping from the world of the living. Darkness and death came for me on a swift horse. The feet of horses galloped loudly as they pulled the chariot of death near. For the first time, I thought, I would stare into the eyes of the one whom so ruled my life. The one I battled against daily. Yes, life and death are certain. We live. We die. This is life. To know life and love is what drives us forward. The very force that makes us fight harder for what we believe.

“Show me.” I hissed a ragged blood filled breath.

On my command, the veil of my opponent lifted. The soulless eyes fell upon me.

Death came closer as I heard the pounding feet of the horses thundered against the ground. I was satisfied; I knew the face of my opponent. In a small way, it was my own victory. Even in death, I had would have victory. My death would not be in vein.

The sword of my opponent rose high above my head. Yes, this was the end. For the new dawn of my life brought with it the end. The sword wielded against me. It was the final strike. It mattered no more, for I was at peace. For once, I knew my opponent; her name was Fate.