Page 1 of Chaos has a Name
Prologue
The Reservation
Damascus
One Week Earlier
For everyone, it was just another day on the reservation, or so they believed, but that wasn’t the case. What happened in the shadows was none of their concern, and that was how it had always been.
The supernatural was there, and at this time of the year, it was making itself known—to certain individuals.
This supernatural entity thrived on the hallowed, incredibly sacred grounds.
What others called mysticism, the Natives who had heard the tales and stories called it just a way of life for those it touched.
If you knew, you knew.
If you didn’t know, you were likely never going to have a clue it existed.
It was that secretive.
A Native could go their whole life and never know about the bump in the night, or the dealings done on that one particular summer evening.
And it was for the best.
Really.
There was no reason to get the panic growing throughout the reservation when this was something that had been handled for a very long time.
What was it exactly?
Well, every year, on the same day, a person was chosen, and they were taken.
Taken where, one might ask?
Well, that was the big mystery to those who only heard of the legend.
To the one doing the choosing…
They had a place where the necessary deed was done.
More importantly, they were studied for the whole year, and then, on that one night, they were carefully taken so that they disappeared.
Into the night.
That was the beauty of it all.
Mostly, no one cared when they disappeared since this person wasn’t exactly the star member of the tribe.
Basically, they earned this with their behaviors and actions the prior year.
Whereas a lover might be worried as to where they went, or the police might be called in to figure it out, the bottom line was that it all happened for good reason.
It had always been.
And it would always be.
The only proof of their existence would be found at the edge of the reservation in the days that were to come.
