Preface

“Beware of Muerte.

Rejoice the night the wolves sing,

The night the moon disappears from the sky.

The song is the key to the birth of the one who will save us all.

For if she is not born the world shall perish,

And all of man shall be destroyed.

Beware of Muerte.”

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         “How am I suppose to learn all these things if I have no one to teach me? Why was I the girl from the prophecy, what’s wrong with me?” I asked myself these questions as I walked to my village.

         Was there some reason I was the chosen one, and who is my enemy? I began to wonder if maybe there had been some kind of mistake. How can I, a girl of only 6, be the savior of all mankind, and who would want to harm me?