We all know the story of little red ridding hood. A young girl
who wears a red hood where ever she goes? Then one day when she
goes to visit her dear old grandmother but along the way talks to
a wolf who then eats her grandmother whole then swallows little
red as well, then of course a lumber jack comes along and saves
them by cutting the wolf open and stuffing stones in its belly so
that he drowns in the river when he goes to drink. Of course you
probably heard a more descent one made by Disney or something but
that is the real ones, well one of them anyways. So you think it
ends there? That the little girl gets away and lives happily ever
after, well I'm here to tell you that you are so dead
My name is Atalanta Alonza and I'm the descendent of that little
girl. You see what some people don't know nor realize is that the
hunter who had saved red ridding hood fell in love with her
mother for she was widowed for over a year and was overly
grateful for him saving her daughter and her grandmothers life.
The hunter and her mother had children and they grew up to be
married along with little red, then one day little red and her
now grown up half sisters were washing their clothes in the creek
and found themselves surrounded by the wolfs brothers who were
out for revenge and when there was no one around to protect them,
besides little red who had fought them off more then once in her
life, they looked to her and In the end little red killed the
oldest brother with a nearby ax, this made the wolfs infuriated,
well more then before. So they ran off into the dark woods
shouting behind them that they would seek revenge a pone them and
their daughters for generations to come.
As it turned out the wolfs told the whole clan and they told
other clans sparking a war between the family of red hood and the
Over time we have developed a name for these creatures, which you
should know now days as werewolf's. Ya so all those fairy
tales that you heard when you where little where actually true,
well except goldy locks… she was just plain lazy and was eaten,
but other than her the families of the other fairy tales, like
Hansel and Gretel who you can latter on hunt down their great
grand kids to ask about how they hunt witches and sometimes helps
my family out with the hunt but right now your hearing my story
so listen closely.
It started since red ridding hoods time and since then their
children and their children and their great grand kids have
fought the creatures of the night that most prefer to call
werewolf's or shape shifters, but me I call them blood hunters or
black furs and my favorite, skin stealers. As I was saying the
wolfs have wagged war against my family for ages just as they
have promised. The skin stealers have not only promised to wag
war against us for this long but they have, if you remember my
earlier story, promised that their daughters will be fighting
them cursing all of the red hood family to bar only girls and no
sons. so that means all the descendants of the red hood family
are girls and are chosen husbands at birth meaning that we all
have different last names since we are promised to a man, and no
I do not mean like my cousin. I mean men that are allowed to join
our cause if they swear into secrecy.
But anyway all that stuff is complected so back to the story, The
red hood family are the only ones aloud to wear red hoods
symbolizing our leadership and power over the other men, the
women of my family always lead the hunt for the blood hunters.
And then men that join wear black hoods so that ours stick out
making it easier to identify who is where and its kinda like a
pride thing too.
However, my family is the only one who allows women to fight, the
wife's and daughters of the other men must stay at camp for they
are counted as innocent life's that should be spared from the
fury and blood of the moon light battles that I have seen few of
so far in my life.
But tonight it is my turn to lead because my mother, being the
direct descendent of red ridding hood herself and not one of her
half sister, had recently died on the hunt leaving me, her only
daughter, to lead an army of 50 men into the dark forest to
invade a skin stealers camp.
The semi-thick red cloth from Atalanta Alonza long ridding cloak.
Behind her, her mothers second in command rode up on his brown
"there going to be tuff to fight tonight," he stated dumbly,
since her mothers death Atalanta was in command of the little
tropes that they had to only make it worse almost none of them
thought her ready to lead after such a loss and she was barley 15
yet making the older men doubt her even more.
"yes, I am fully aware of the full moon over head," she replied
coolly, her black mare shifted uncomfortably under her weight.
"shhh girl…" she replied gently patting the spooked horses neck
gently trying to reassure the mare. along with herself, that they
would be just fine. The man draped in black beside her shifter
from where he sat waiting for her to give an order, or just talk
"was this part of the forest always this dark?" she asked him
becoming uneasy of the deathly silence surrounding them. The man
looked from the black landscape before them back to her again,
his brown eyes almost seemed black from the bags around his eyes
and the black beard that ruffled across his aging face.
"no, they are much darker then this. It's the full moons light
that gives us even the slightest sense of sight and about the
where about's of the enemy on this God forsaken night," he said
slowly making sure she heard every word he said for he had to say
in a whisper, the entire troop was trained to be silent and it
was only when one of them must speak to her or another red hood
that they could be heard. Atalanta smiled shakily, she had no
doubt in her mind about her leadership over the men but she was
still nerves about the fight, it was her first time fighting by
the full moon that meant that they were at their fullest
power, and could change at will into a man or black fur, blood
hunter, skin stealer wolf.
"when do you say we go?" asked one of Atalanta's aunts. She had
ridden to her side on another black mare without notice, this
didn't surprise Atalanta nor did it faze. The old women was
wrinkled with age and marked with plenty of scares from her more
frequent fighting days, this was her first fight in 3 years she
was only doing it for her niece.
"hello SIlvia, I don't know… do you think this black curtain will
lighten a little if we wait a few more moments to wait until the
moon reaches the highest point?" she asked her new guardian, the
old women shook her head quickly.
"if we wait until then they'll just become more powerful," she
said quickly looking at Atalanta.
Atalanta stared out into the night, the wind was picking up
swirling her long, lose blond hair around her pale white face
that seemed even paler compared to her lightning blue eyes. She
nodded slowly knowing she could not stall the attack any longer,
they had to attack now if they wanted to have any chance of
surviving or even winning for that manner.
"ok, tell the men to mount the horses, we attack in 1 minute,"
she told both her mothers second in command and her aunt. The
word was whispered among the troops quickly, stirring their
anxiety back to the surface making them fidget and mumble to
"red hood,' said the second command, he referred to her as her
new title making her flinch a little, " the men are ready, will
you make the signal?" he asked her quietly, she had to strain to
hear him over the creaking of the black branches overhead. she
sighed, she use to see her mother make the signal all the time
when she had first went to battle with her when they had raided a
small camp of skin stealers that had kidnapped some young women
to turn at the next full moon, since then she had drilled the
sign into knowing that one day she would have to do it.
that day was today.
Slowly, but steadily, she raised her hand to make the symbol that
would tell the men it was time to go. Her hand was twisted up
like she was crossing her fingers with both her pointer and
middle and then with her ring and pinky, these then crossed over
It means good luck, and that we will always be close by to
help you… she remembered her mother told her one day a few
years back when she had learned that was to be the next leader.
She was about to lower her hand when men behind her screamed out,
snarls of the filthy black furs came forth as the trees moved
revealing the waiting animals. Dozens of them came forth showing
themselves to the shocked hunters.
"ambush!" yelled Silva, men all around her pulled their bows and
swords, they didn't believe in using the guns now days and
preferred the old ways, but as quickly the wolfs made their move
and charged the men quickly making the field into a blood bath.
So it's begone. . . she
thought knowing if she failed tonight she and every last one of
them would die.