Beware the Shadows
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Prologue.
Silently, imperceptibly, they creeped forth. Their victims did not see them coming, did not hear them coming. The prey was simply sitting there unaware of their impending doom, the end of their advances. They sat in their crude horrid tents and around their primitive bonfire. They did not realize that they had become prey, that they were already dead. A man was taken by the shadow, without a trace, without a sound. Silence in the moonless night. Watchmen made their route around the camp, and did not return. Panic, fear, running, screaming, more people disappeared. The warriors scrambled to their blades. Darts, shadows, death from the night. Warriors rushed out to find their assailant. Shadow, dagger, the warriors were no more. Giants, demons, were summoned to face the shadow. The hail of a thousand darts quickly ensured their doom. Fire, destruction, sealed the camps fate.
All that stood amidst the bodies and blood was a single warrior still remaining. Out of the shadows came a single creature. The warrior grabbed his axe and charged. The creature disappeared right before the warrior struck. Pain, death, a dart had been stabbed through his throat. Amidst all this chaos, only a single creature stood standing, until all around the jungle was filled with glowing green eyes.