Prologue

Bloody Roses

Prologue

Vantor was running. She had to escape or... she didn’t want to think about it. It would be too terrifying for her to handle. She was running through the suburbs of Yöcenā, an unimportant city on Skyrim, her home planet. Vantor was an EverFox, one of the main species on Skyrim, along with EverWolves, Corais, and more. There was a cease-fire in the war between the EverFoxes and EverWolves, that would most likely last another 5 decades, if one of the Empresses dosen’t mess it up... AGAIN. Vantor thought begrudgingly. The city was gray in the light of the half-moon, with dying trees enhancing the gloom. She then ran into a dead end. Alas... This may be the end. Foncha, I call for you. Please bring me peace, Vantor silently prayed. Then, full of newfound confidence, she turned around to face her attacker, closed her hand around her dagger, and leapt.