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The 13 Days of Evil

Memory

I awoke from my peaceful slumber, not knowing what the new day would hold for the other people of the realm. It grieved me.....and Thrilled me, to not know what would happen next. As I arose, I was met by a handsome man, though he was but a pale shade of his former self, I knew who he was. My mind raced back to my early years, those of a time when I still studied under clerics to become a knight.

The small den that served as a classroom in Phatep always smelt of burning vanilla, it would asualt your senses in such a way that reminds me now of drug. In this area, my mind was clear, eager and ready, focused. Today we were to finally be taught by a Knight, not just some old cleric contiously blabbering about the gods. As I saw him, the affect of the vanilla essence was pushed away. My mind raced, as did my heart. He stood over seven foot, and with long blonde hair that looked so soft it made me want to run my hands through. When his dark eyes looked at me, I felt happy, happier than the day I decided to become a Knight... I knew I loved him, Sir Valis Banegaard.....

The shade bore it's eyes into me, punishing me for the course I had taken, as a Knight of Seluctruh, then to be turned into a vampire. His consuming gaze for a brief time, made me wish I could change my path. The first time ever I had such a doubt! I did the only thing I knew how.... Fall to my knees and weep......

It was hours later before even my hunger for blood could penatrate the consuming sorrow, when I finally stood. The shade was gone, as was the sorrow....

-Lyssa