The Hunt belongs to the Unseen Eye.

Greetings,

On this day; time was evening time, I felt like writing in my dream-journal, and this is what I dreamt.

It started off with my sitting in my room, all quite, just about to get a drink of coffee, then out of no-where, a foggy cloud formed, now changing color, now I was in a world of make-belief, going along with this because I know it was all a dream…

I saw; young lady, kind of looks a little like me, couldn’t be, as I thought to myself. She wore attire; hooded-cloak, made of white-tale dear skin, of dark purple-green, leather ripped pants, top color-royal blue with a strap around the neck and shoulders, family-crest brooch, my boots produced of indigenous-snowy owl mukluk sheep-skin.

Positioned under a willow tree, she doodled in her journal using an eagle felt-tip pen, hinting at a period spanning from 500 to 1000 BC.

The Birth of the Saxon Kingdoms; December 29, 2013Jim Keys, https://thehistoryherald.com/articles/british-irish-history/anglo-saxon-500-1000/the-birth-of-the-saxon-kingdoms/

Where was I, oh I remember; “sitting under a willow tree, not knowing where that thought came from,” it was like I was having a flashback within a dream state, and the dream changed from that to me walking.

Finally, getting to a spot where weird thoughts starting forming little bubbles. It was when my grandma was alive. I was about six when she passed, and then I found myself back in my room, in the present time.

Here’s a short story about my background.

Cascading down my back was my long, vibrant blue/green hair, known as “Raven-Wolf,” nickname, “Snowflake,” a dramatic contrast to my pale white skin and the striking purple eyes which seemed to possess an inner light.

Attire; hooded-cloak, made of white-tale dear skin, of dark purple-green, leather ripped pants, top color-royal blue with a strap around the neck and shoulders, family-crest brooch, my boots produced of indigenous-snowy owl mukluk sheep-skin.

Passed down through generations of my ancestors, a family heirloom featuring a royal crest was transformed into a brooch, now proudly worn by Raven-Wolf, also known as “Snow-Flake,” a princess whose lineage and the brooch itself elevate her status to Princess Raven-Wolf, or “Snow-Flake.”

With my pouch, I carry weapons like {short-blades, wand, my journal made from leather, papyrus-treated animal skin, fountain pen-feather, pencil, tankard, utensils, bedroll,} and Druids gain proficiency in skills that reflect their connection to nature and Wisdom, while Blood Hunters focus on skills that enhance their combat and investigative abilities, and Clerics lean towards skills that support my own divine power and knowledge.

As a freelance author and blogger, I specialize in creative writing and chronicle my progress under the pseudonym “Kathy,” though my legal name is Chantel. I strive to make progress each day, leaving my mark on the world while pursuing my dreams and goals with unwavering determination, embracing a second chance at life; my articles on criminal psychology frequently prompt me to contemplate the intricate nature of the human mind.

Successfully completing this process, which involves detailed engagement with the files’ inherent complexities, causes a substantial time commitment because of their intricate and diverse characteristics.

I’m going to go offline for a while, but I’ll talk to you again soon. It’s midnight, and the drowsiness is setting in, so I’m drifting off to sleep, as if carried away by the sandman to the magical land of dreams.

Woken by the bright sunshine and the cheerful chirping of birds, she rubbed her eyes and realized that, before going further, a description of Raven-Wolf’s, or as she is known, “Snow-Flake’s,” residence would need to be included.

In the Netherlands, over the hills, you will find a castle known as Whispering-Winds; this is where you will find this place.

As “Snow-Flake” pondered her dream, thoughts bubbled up around her, attempting to recall the details of her short life story; before her lay her brooch, and beside it, a scroll containing the complete narrative of her existence.

The stark reality, a blunt and powerful realization, underscores the harsh, unvarnished, undeniably unpleasant, and sobering truth forming the very core of this complex and challenging situation, leaving a lasting impact.

With that having been said, let us move on to the next point. My work as a freelance author and blogger centers on creative writing that blends several genres and draws inspiration from an array of sources, such as urban fantasy, true crime, factual horror, mystery, and a fusion of real-world experiences, cultural beliefs, and imaginative storytelling that has been passed down through generations.

Sitting at my desk as “Snow-Flake,” was about to write, the phone rang.

Hearing her answer, the other party on the phone call immediately exclaimed, “It’s been decades since we last spoke!” Anyway, have a task or in other-words a quest, if you so choose it!

As she finished her phone call and began her afternoon chores, a hidden door unexpectedly swung open, giving her quite a fright.

Curiosity, a powerful force within her, propelled her forward, causing her to ignore any sense of caution and step through the open door; the unexpected result was that she was instantly removed from the surroundings of her castle.

In the eyes of some, she found herself in a situation that could be considered as a founding. As she continued to move forward, a sudden, unsettling feeling, akin to a ghostly touch, brushed against her leg.

Losing her sanity for what “Snow-Flake,” that was days, just turned to be only hours, and then she found herself back in her castle curled up next to a warm, crackling fire on this long, stormy night, the steady rhythm of rain on the roof provided a soothing backdrop as I prepared to immerse myself in the suspenseful plot of a captivating contemporary novel.

Alas, a most unwelcome and frustrating lapse in memory has befallen me; oh dear. Just now, I seem to have misplaced my bearings; could someone remind me of my precise location in a moment ago? All right, everyone, now that we’re all ready, let’s proceed with the commencement of activities.

Curled up in a warm embrace of the fire’s glow, its sparks playfully dancing before her eyes, she was startled by a strange and unexpected noise that pierced the silence and demanded immediate attention.

An unforeseen and powerful force stopped my movement before I could even move from where she stood. As she found herself surrounded, a prisoner of an invisible force that paralyzed every muscle, a familiar voice pierced the vortex, attempting to break through and free her.

The voice that reached my ears was that of my old friend, Vrykolakas, also called “Slavic,” and it seemed to come from somewhere near me.

Let me share with you some information about his background. Using cloaking techniques; Immortality marked this being, yet it possessed weaknesses: dead-man’s blood and garlic; it also exhibited blunt force, fearlessness, mystical powers, dreaminess, and sage-like wisdom. Unnervingly, the stark contrast of the Vrykolakas—a “Slavic” day-walker immune to the sun—was immediately apparent in its combination of long, wavy black hair, piercing red eyes, extremely pale skin, and a single, noticeable earring.

When she was brought back to reality, “Slavic” gave smelling salts to “Snow-Flake,” who eventually woke up and asked what had happened.

Since “Snow-Flake” was awake, “Slavic” made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with a cup of coffee for us both to enjoy.

Lost and confused for a short while, she then knew the passage of time had ushered in a new day.

Just as we were preparing to say our goodbyes, “Snow-Flake” surprised us all by announcing her imminent departure on a long-awaited quest, which was to begin immediately.

Now that we have addressed and thoughtfully considered that point, let’s transition our conversation to the next topic on our agenda. Since that matter has been dealt with, let us proceed to the next items on the agenda and discuss them further.

With Phoebe Shadow-claw (“Shining-One”) into the ranks of Aurora (“Leviathan”), alongside the Slavic, Raven-Wolf known as “Snow-Flake,” the team is now finally assembled and prepared to bring about a thrilling blend of fun and chaos.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Whispering-Winds plains, our group begun our journey into the unknown, traversing the enigmatic and uncharted territories that lay before us, a perilous trek that eventually led us to the desolate expanse known as The Empty Lands.

A missing person’s case, known as “Shining-One,” we all came across, suggested two possible investigative avenues: the use of magical divination, or the uncovering of a secret society’s role in the disappearance.

In a moment of shocking surprise, Phoebe Shadow-claw melted into the shadows; the group was left in a stunned silence, disbelieving what their eyes had just seen, and utterly amazed by the unexpected turn of events.

Successfully resolving the mysterious disappearance of the “Shining-One” and exposing the secret society’s involvement through the supernatural elements of the environment led to the group splitting into two distinct subgroups to prepare for the magical divination.

Blessed by fortune, guided by wisdom, and driven by hope, his journey continued alongside his extraordinary and mighty dragon companion, Fałków, the dragon he knew so well.

Blake’s formidable power is enhanced by his exceptional strength and ferocity, making him a truly remarkable warrior. With skin the color of gold and eyes that sparkle like an hourglass in the sunlight, Blake, also known as “Coyote spirit,” has jet-black hair and a mischievous nature that perfectly reflects his trickster persona.

Among his notable attributes are his qualifications, his remarkable transformation into a phoenix, and his fearless warrior spirit, all of which are stressed by his unique fashion sense, including snake skin boots and armor clothes, even when he is off duty.

Reuniting with an old friend always fills my heart with joy; his greeting perfectly captured that feeling.

This is a critical journey to rescue a friend and rebuild the world, and we would be delighted if you would consider joining us on this adventure.

His life was characterized by his adventurous spirit and his inability to pass up a challenge, which led him to rescue damsels in distress, ultimately securing his legendary status as a hero.

While Raven-Wolf, whose alias is “Snow-Flake,” set off with Blake in a certain direction, Aurora, known as “Leviathan,” and the Vrykolakas, also known as “Slavic,” pursued their own unique and individual paths and adventures.

With the sun descending towards the horizon, illuminating Crystalline Falls in its fading light, our rendezvous point will be the ominous place called “Hells-Mouth,” but Raven-Wolf, better known as “Snow-Flake,” was overcome by weakness and needed both rest and sustenance.

With the camp set up and a good supply of firewood gathered for cooking their meal, Blake ensured that Raven-Wolf, also called Snow-Flake, rested. Something she certainly deserved.

Completely out of the blue, the famed “Shining-One,” otherwise known as Phoebe Shadow-claw, arrived at Raven-Wolf and Blake’s campsite; she was utterly worn out and suffering from dehydration.

With everything completed, such as allowing Shining-One, or Phoebe Shadow-claw, to rest, eat, and drink, she finally spoke, explaining that although her experience of being lost felt like an eternity, spanning what seemed like years, the actual time spent lost was merely a couple of hours.

Staying for a couple of days in “Hells-Mouth,” also known as Crystalline Falls, there is one more task at hand that needs to be resolved, or at least Aurora (“Leviathan”), alongside Vrykolak also known as “Slavic,” on a journey for the truth about or the uncovering of a secret society’s role who is now found the answer to the secret investigative avenues: the use of magical divination and the truth is {you have to get lost, before the hidden gates opens up to swallow you all up.

Uncover the secrets of renowned secret societies, from their intricate histories and puzzling rituals to their hidden knowledge, including the ever-mysterious enlightenment.

To reunite people, expose the truth, and surprisingly, to create peace by giving back to the planet—that was their aim.