In his search for Jake, Ryan travels through a magical kingdom known as Daeogula, piecing together clues and meeting mystical characters who help – or betray! – him along the way. Aided with the reluctantly accepted help of his long-time friend, Shiloh, and the frustratingly vague guidance from a man with a shovel, Ryan discovers that Jake’s disappearance is linked to a kingdom on the brink of war. A kingdom full of lovable, fierce and quirky beings such as mermaids, goofy giants, old swamp witches and legendary shape shifters. With time working against them and impending doom looming on the horizon, Ryan and Shiloh must fight to bring Jake home safe, all while the fate of this new kingdom rests in their hands. If they fail, not only will they likely face a horrible death, the evil army they are up against will spill into their own dimension, threatening to destroy all mankind.
Armed with a rifle, a knife, and extra ammunition, Greg began his hike into the woods. He easily found the trail starting from the side of their house, but it wasn’t the blood alone that guided him. He felt as if all his senses were heightened. He could smell the animals hiding in the bushes and noticed the hush that fell over the forest as he navigated through the trees. He could hear cars whizzing down the roads in town, over five miles away. He could smell the blood pumping through nearby animals and the musky scent of whatever the blood trail belonged to.
The trail stopped at a wall of vines and Greg pushed through with determination. He emerged into a world that he had never seen before, yet it felt familiar. He could have sworn it was still daylight when he ventured into the vines but now a full yellow moon hung high in the sky, and he was surrounded by quiet darkness.
A hunger rose in Greg’s belly, and it was so strong and painful that he forgot about his new surroundings. His head started to pound and saliva pooled in his mouth. He felt like he was going to be sick and sank into the soft grass at his feet, clutching at the sides of his head. Bells were clanging in his ears, and his vision was blotted with bright light. Greg was sure his head was going to split open, and he yelled out in pain.
He could feel his spine bend and pop, his bones shifted and his gums ached as his teeth began to push themselves out. He spat mouthfuls of blood and teeth out onto the grass, and screamed as his fingers began to crack and elongate. His vision blurred with pain as his face began to morph, his nose broke with a crunch and molded into a long snout. Thick black hair began to sprout all over his body and his muscles ached as they grew and strained against the fabric of his clothes.
Greg could see the ground move away as he grew taller, his legs popping in protest as the bones broke and reset. He could feel sharp fangs push their way through his gums and he tried to rip his clothes away from his changing body.
Greg rose to his feet and staggered over to the large lake that mirrored the night sky above. He crashed to his knees and greedily drank the clear water, sighing with relief as it cooled his burning throat. Sitting back, Greg looked at his hands and panicked at the thick patches of black hair and sharp talons. He whimpered and lunged forward to catch his reflection in the still water. What looked back at him was no longer human, and neither was the howl that erupted from his chest.