The night was silent. The sounds of animals and insects strangely silenced. A group of hunters numbering 6 was stealthily treading the dangerous terrain in search of food for their village. There was a strange unexplainable phenomena happening in the village where food would not grow and where water began pooling one day the next that very same spot was as barren as the desert.

The hunters suddenly heard a roar that sounded as if it came from the bowel's of hell. All the hunters dropped to their knees in fear for as long as the roar lasted. After taking a moment to steel their hearts they began getting up, they were afraid, confused and perhaps, doomed yet they still continued moving around the plains into a forested area. They had no choice for if they did not bring back food that night their people would starve. When they reached the forested area, their luck seemed to turn good as they found an abundance of animals such as deer. They took their time to down the deer and other animals before tying them up and headed home.

On the return trip the hunters felt a sudden unease in their hearts as they suddenly remembered the roar. They didn't know where it came from or even what it was. Fearing for their village now, they rushed back as fast as they could with the food in tow. When they arrived at the village, they could not believe their eyes. The village looked as if it was attacked by an entire army. The guards laid dead at their posts, their body minced into pieces, the men of the village lay dead in front of the chapel. A lone hunter went inside the chapel to see if his worse fears were true. As he stepped inside the chapel, his worst fears were confirmed as he saw the bodies of the women and children carelessly tossed around. He walked around checking if any were alive. Suddenly, he heard the wailing of a single child coming from near the stand. He ran to the stand and found the child covered in white silk untouched by the carnage.

The hunter brought the child out of the chapel to meet with the other hunters. The hunters were slowly coming out each building, their faces filled with despair. They slowly began noting the damages. The buildings were mostly unscathed save those that had people thrown into them. Whatever it was clearly came just to kill them. They decided that it was not safe here and they made their way to the city. They vowed they would avenge their town. As for the child, it was named Gabriel. And this is his story.

End part one.
Author's notes
Didn't want it to be a two or three parter. it just happened, tbc.