What's up, everyone? *crickets chirp* Okay, I see you are not in a talkative mood. I'll make this quick, then...maybe. I have decided to come over from to post stuff here, too. I've chosen to post this story that I only recently published for more to see. I am so very proud of The Hunted. I remember back in the days when it was just a harmless idea floating around in my brain. Good times, good times. I don't want to have a lengthy Author's Note (I save that for FanFiction), so I'll just give a quick summary: this is my interpretation of the events surrounding Grayson's life. I know this is short compared to my usual standards (and a different style, too), but the rest will be longer. I pinky swear.

Music:

-"Dancing With an Angel" by Machinimasound

-"Summer Rain" by Machinimasound

Warning: this has some slightly mature language. I didn't see a way to rate the story as for teens or not, but if you know, please tell me. Besides that, I'm good. You already know about character death and stuff like that, so I won't get into too much detail about that. Again, I don't own The Haunted. If I did, there would be magical potatoes everywhere (What?).

Let's Go On An Adventure

The Hunted

Prologue

"They say that if you try hard enough, everything will be okay. That's a damn lie. I have tried every moment of my life, yet I couldn't save those who mattered the most to me. I've lost everything I cared about. Everything..."

"Let me back up a bit. You've come this far, so you might as well know the truth about what I did. You might have heard of me; I am being hunted down as we speak. One wrong move, and I will kill you. Yeah, I know that sounds blunt, but I can't risk being taken hostage. Not now that I've lost everything that I could possibly ever lose."

"Now, before we begin, let me be clear on something. My story is not going to be pleasant. This is a story of sadness and sacrifice. If you are weak-stomached, I suggest that you turn back now. My tale does not exactly end with happily ever after."

"I blame myself for the tragedies I am about to share, but they are not entirely my fault. The list of people/demons that I plot revenge on includes the Emperor, Luke, Herobrine, and other nameless, faceless murderers. This part of the story is nasty, and I sometimes wonder why I even bother think about it."

"I didn't just make enemies during my travels. I've had good friends, and I wouldn't give anything to forget the experiences I've had with them. I wish to meet them again someday. Who knows, we might find each other again. We've done it before the last time we parted ways."

"This is my story of how I was being haunted by Herobrine since childhood even though I couldn't remember it all that well. I literally just woke up barely knowing who I was. I don't even know my last name. He's been there ever since I woke up in that oil rig. He's been watching me, and I don't understand why He chose me. Well, at least I used to not know. Now I know the truth."

"This is the story of how I came to these lands through the portal. I am not a native to this time period. I grew up somewhere different, or should I say sometime different? I've only lived here for six years while the rest of you have probably grown up in this world. Let me just say that the future is not at all what I expected. No advancements or anything."

"This is the story of how I met my friends and enemies through my adventures. Every encounter has changed me into the man I am today. Like I said, I have enemies. My worst enemies are of course Herobrine, the Emperor of the East, and partially Luke. But I had friends too. There was Armen. Drake. Mia..."

"This is the story of how I met the people I loved and how I watched them die because of me. They didn't deserve what they got, but they died anyway. I thought that I'd do anything to bring them back, but I seemed to be wrong given all that's happened."

"This is the story of how I stole the Dragon's Egg. Yes, I said it, the Dragon's Egg. It is the last one, and it is the reason why the Empire is hunting me down. I stole it for one reason: they cannot get their greedy little hands on it. I swore that I'd keep it away from them, and if there's one thing I hate doing, it is breaking promises."

"This is how I made promises and broke them against my will. I've pretty much everything. Of course you probably have not heard about that because of political lies. I could have lost more, but I have the one thing that the Empire or Herobrine does not have. I am the one with the Egg; they don't."

"For the past few years, I've been on the run. I'll warn you again. If you attempt to sell me out, you won't exactly have a good day. You're lucky that I'm telling you my story, so don't you dare push it."

"I am a survivor. I've survived many battles. I have made it out of encounters with Herobrine with my life. The Empire continues to waste resources and manpower on me, but they won't catch me. I anticipate their next move and escape before they know it."

"Now, as I sit here recounting my story, I want you to promise me something. You have probably heard stories about me. Well, here's the truth. More likely than not, everything you have been told about me is not true. No, let me tell you the real story. You can trust my side of the story. I am one of the only surviving witnesses to tell you."

"My side of the story is probably just as dark as what you've heard, but it's the truth. If you're happy enough with whatever lies the Empire has fed you, then run off. You don't deserve to hear this anyway."

"Promise me this. I want you to listen to my side. If I tell you, I don't want you to use my story to tell the Empire of my whereabouts. This should just be kept between us. This is my dirty little secret, and I can just walk straight out of this tavern right now and leave you hanging. So please, don't use any prior "knowledge" to contradict my side. This is the truth."

"So, let me double-check. Does everyone who stayed want to know what really happened? Well, then, brace yourselves. This story shows the line between life and death. It contains friendship and betrayal. Promises are kept and broken. People live and die. And, throughout all of this, I am being hunted by Him."

"By now it is too late to turn back now. You've made your choice to stay. By the end of this story, you might feel pity for me, but I don't need your sympathies. I just want my story to be heard. My name is Grayson, and this is the story of who I was, and what I've become."

There you go. A short and sweet prologue. Happy days. Remember to give me feedback, and I'll try to post something, soon. Remember to read my one-shots (The Haunted One-Shots) if you want a better taste of my general writing style. Thanks :D