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 questions slipped from her tongue each time he let her see him at night. Though, he answered not one. Thereafter, the curse of the Death Rider began to spread. It bounded through Sevierville and across to Lone Oak. Before she could blink, the fate of all that was loved and cherished came to rest in Taylah's hands. All because the Death Rider enchanted her from the moment that he let her live.