Chapter One: Behind Enemy Lines

The prologue wasn't the end! I have so much more to show you. Please enjoy a first look at chapter one so far.

Chapter One: Behind Enemy Lines"Sir, yes, Sir!" the hunters exclaimed in unison. "We will find the ten remaining Mythics!" As they marched away from my surveillance camera and into the darkness, I realized that they were talking about us. "Mythics," where had I heard that before? I sat pondering for a moment, loosely hanging to reality with the single thread of thought that remained there.

I gasped at my stupidity as I finally recollected my memories and found what I'd been looking for. I had heard it once in a book. It was the name given to those who practiced witch craft and wizardry.

At this I shuddered; how could they confuse our powers as witch craft? As I sat in my plain green office chair and wondered, thinking through the entire situation though their eyes, I noticed something moving slyly toward the camera.

I brought my attention to the apparent leader of the hunters. He stood with his shoulders slightly arched, and a abhorrent grin on his face. Chills ran up my spine as he inched closer, all the while making clear eye contact with the camera. My heart began to race as he finally reached it and began to cachinnate. My body had been left behind while my soul had run for help. I was stuck in a motionless stare as he continued with this torture. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and looked directly at the camera once again. "So, I hear you've been sneaking around our base, stealing documents and such," he said still grinning. "Now that's gonna stop young lady, or we're gonna have a problem." His voice became stern as he raised his hand and the screen went black.

At this moment, Zach ran into the room. Wounds ran up his arm and he was loosing blood fast. I had to do something, but I didn't know what to do. Our medic was away collecting ingredients for some remedies. I quickly, swiftly, and carefully, ripped my left sleeve off in order to make a bandage.

Zach's face was red and he was barely breathing at this point. I took his hand and began to whisper to him, "It's alright, I got it, just calm down." I sat him down in my chair, and in a mad rush to help him grabbed a vile of mushroom root and dabbed it into his bleeding wounds.

Suddenly Preston jumped into the room; he fell to his knees and panted without end. "Preston, help me, Zach is hurt!" I vociferated with tears rolling down my face violently as rapids down a river. Both of my teammates were down, and I with no power had not been through training. What could I have done? I wrapped the bandage that I had previously ripped from my sleeve quickly around Zach's arm and went to help Preston.

He had managed to get back to his feet, but still he was unable to communicate what had happened. I ran outside to get some water from the river, when I was bombarded by a group of hunters armed and ready to fire. As instinct to avoid any harm to me or my team members, I clapped my hands together and closed my eyes. There was a rustling of leaves, and a bit of terrified screams, and then they were gone.

I snickered at their predictability and continued my original task. I had to get water for Preston