The night sky was dark. Occasionally from her bed, Reanna could see the blaze with lightning and the distant peal of thunder.  The day had been unusually hot for May and many in the nearby village had taken it, along with the blood red sky when the sun had set, as an ominous warning. Her father, the king, had merely scoffed and called them feeble minded fops who let their lives be ruled silly superstitions.<br/><br/>Her mother had been the same, or so Reanna remembered.  She looked like her mother and that seemed to piss her father off all the more.  Green eyes and long red hair... it was said..on the day she was born... that the sky was blood red and that night a storm much like the one going on now had rolled over the kingdom.  Storied told to her that her mother had been a druid and saw the signs and knew her daughter was destined for greatness. Sadly her mother had died when she was but 4 and since then nothing no one mentioned her.<br/><br/>Another peal of thunder and her room lit up, allowing her to see everything at the late hour.  Getting out of bed, her feel hit the cold stone floor and she sighed. Reanna was kept a virtual prisoner all her life and nothing would change that unless her father died.  It was then she could hear it.  Shouts.. screams filling the night balmy night air.  Something was going on.  Getting up, Reanna ignored the cold and headed for the door.<br/><br/>Half way there, it opened and a maid came in, covered in..red...  Reanna realized it was blood.  "My lady, run run,"she screamed. "The very hounds of hell are here!" Reanna stood there, frozen.  More screams and...something was coming. She could here it coming down the hall.