It was silence…to silence, thought Tadr’an as he was walking through the great Hall….in both of his sights, huge statues could be seen searing at him with cold and stone eyes…they were his ancestors, from the seven Great Vampire Clans now all of them dead for a long time except just one Clan: Zak’art, which survived after the Great Vampire Hunt from ages ago by killing the other ones and now the prince Kaz’tar was the ruler of the Kingdom of Night. He founded the Kingdom as a last resort to survive, and to take revenge on the ones who a long time ago hunted them as they used to hunt people to feed. It was ironically for Tadr’an, one of the remaining vampires, to find him there again after five years when he gave up his position as the prince’s bodyguard and took the path of an outcast. Most of the vampire still fed with human’s blood but only when they really need it, so disparities were often seized in the near Kingdoms. An outcast vampire was a vampire who vowed to himself not to drink the blood of another creature, so every time they were hungry or thirsty they feed with their own blood. The bad part was that they were never satisfied with their meal and drinking your own blood was seen as a deadly sin in the Book of Erwa, the old book of rules of the vampires. Nobody knew why in a cloudy day, the young man, a boy at that time with long grey hair came in the chambers of the prince and after a few moments he left the place full of blood and with one eye of the ruler. The guards even tried to attack him but they were no match for a straight descendent of Goli’kan, the strongest of all vampires which died after killing over a thousand enemies. That day, when he left the palace, rivers of blood started to flow on the stairs or the castle and behind him only corpses were left, and now he was there again, though alone he was sure that at least ten hidden guards are watching him as he walks.
He never expected to ever be involved in things with Nosa’ka Throne ever in his life. But a day before he was visited by a massager of Kaz’tar which invited him at a meeting at his court. His first answer was a categorical no, but when the massager took a ring out of his pocket, a silver little ring with a small opal on it, which belonged to his sister, he putted his work aside and went to see the prince. He felt a strange feeling as he first walked there and as well during the discussion with the ruler. “Thank you for answering to my request, Trad’an, it’s always a pleasure to see you ...even only with one eye.” said Kaz’tar when the young man entered in the large room where the ruler was having his dinner. He looked one moment at the simple wearing of the one who was in the past the feared vampire alive even if he was only 14 years old. Trad’an was looking as well at the deep scar on the ruler’s face where in the past his right eye could be seen. “Why did you call me?” Asked the young man with a cutely voice that made the ruler smile. “I need your services for one last time….I want you to kill certain persons for me” replied the prince as he was searing at the one in front of him. “You know as well as me that I’m going to say no…I’m done with killing for you and for anybody else.” He turned around and made a step through the door but he was stopped by an armored hand. He looked at the one who stopped him and saw a tall and well built vampire who appeared blocking the door with his massive body.”How dare you turn your back to your master? “Asked the big man looking down to Trad’an and pushed him back. “That was not a wise thing to do” said with calamity the young man and before he knew the big one was flying through the door and crushed in a wall. “That’s enough said the ruler and addressed to Trad'an: “I now the location of your sister.” Suddenly all become quiet and the young man couldn’t move forward. He looked back at the prince’s face and after a moment he was sure that he wasn’t lying, not because he couldn’t but because he wouldn’t dared…he was still afraid of the boy from 5 years ago who ripped his left eye as a token of his leaving. “Tell me where it is….where is Nad’a?” his voice become suddenly so serious that for a moment the ruler thought of telling him, but he had other plans for him. “Not before you do what I asked you.” “I have changed….I don’t do that sort of things anymore…find somebody else “ For the second time the young man started to walk out when a metallic sound as if someone dropped something on the floor reached his ears. “ He turned around and saw a cage in front of the room and inside it a young girl chained. Her eyes had the same green as Trad’an’s eyes. Seeing his sister, the young man almost went insane, he disappeared from the door and in a blink of an eye was near the cage trying to reach her sister, but not to save her, but to kill her…his fingers became caws as his eyes become red. A complete rage unleashed inside him but the cage was made from silver which was indestructible by the hands of a vampire. The girl started to cry slowly seeing her brother in that stage of madness, but she knew the reason why she was acting like that so she knew that there’s no chance to find forgiveness in those red eyes. “So….what do you think…can you do this one last favor to me?” asked the prince smiling and watching at the last struggle of the young man to reach her sister.
Trad’an stopped and bowed his view for a second and then he rose up his head, he returned to normal. and walking by her sister without even looking at her approached Kaz’tar . “First of all, I need you to kill a certain person who’ll get in the Gris’tol next week. He’s an old master from the Kingdom of Moon and he’ll be caring a stone with him…I also need that stone beside his life” The young man looked closely at him and then he looked at her sister who was still crying with her look into the ground. He then left the room without saying a thing when the big man appeared again in front of him….this time Trad’an passed by him slowly and headed for the exit. Kaz’tar let him go knowing that his silence meant that he agreed.
Now he was walking towards the exit of the palace knowing that he was being followed. and before he could walk out, the door closed and around him eight vampires crossed his path coming from behind the statues shadows. By their uniforms , Trad’an knew that they were vampires of Jis’ed , the little brother of Kaz’tar who swore to revenge the humiliation of his brother and tried several times to kill him but without success. “You must die now…” said one of the vampires and with a fast attack he engaged in the fight. His fist almost aimed Trad’an’s face but instead he punched the air and that was the last thing he did it coz in the next moment he finded himself flying towards the ceiling ,while the other seven were kicked out with tremendous speed and power.
Without saying a ward he left the palace without even looking back at the vampires who were barely moving. The sun was bright outside and its shines were falling on his pale face. The sun didn’t affect him at all because the only one affected by light were the pure blood vampires who no longer existed, but even so,Trad’an rushed back to his home. A few couple of hours later, he was on his way to Gris’tol wearing an old dark blue outfit made for the ancient vampire warriors.
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