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Here's the Prologue of a book that I am working on writing....

The night was dark; a chilled breeze took to the stale air. Few stars were shining in the black sky above. The sound of hooves clattering upon cobblestone filled the quiet night, chilling the bones of those whom lived in the village. Quiet hustling was heard as the village people all scurried into their homes, grabbing the children and loved ones that strayed outside before locking the doors three times and scattering into the hidden cellars under the home. For these village folk were afraid of the wolves that came at night, along with the carriage that was led by no horse, and driven by no one. They slept in fear of them, hidden in the cellars built into the homes. They spent the night in the dark rooms until the first few hours past as the sun crept over the mountains and through the forest. The forest was forbidden to all whom entered, for it was said that the wolves and the spirits of those whom had never returned from the forest would take the life and pull the soul down into the earth, never the rest in peace until someone made their way and back through the forest safely. Though never has that happened.