Blood Red Moon

It was the night of the blood red moon. The beams stretched across the earth like vile fingertips, plaguing all that it caressed with terror. Taylah danced her fingers through the red strands with curiosity alight in her eyes. She was not afraid. She never was. But soon, the myth would step out of the shadows. The Death Rider, the myth, the legend, would be summoned. He had always fascinated her. She had read every textbook, every article, and heard every campfire story. A thousand question...