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Mortal Stories
My Creation
Kreatin was born to two loving Harans. His mother, Zenadel, was a seemstress. She made and repaired dresses, skirts, and robes for the High Erian Government. His Father was a Town Guard, and it was his duty to protect the western gate of Eria from whatever may lurk in the dark forests of Bar-Gith. He was good at what he did, and was well respected by the higher ranking officials of the Erian Army, for the Guards were a section of the Erian Army. Although the Erian Guards were some of the most skilled guards in the land, occasionally a dark creature would slip past the walls. Usually it was just a beggar that was found dead, with two puncture wounds in its neck, but on occasion a Vampire would slip into a house. Usually let in by some innocent child who knew no better, a whole household might be found dead by associates who were curious as to why the Father had not shown up at work, or the child to school.It was in this way that a Vampire made its way into the house of Kreatin. It had lurked in the city for several days, and there were already reports of dead beggars. Ash was in the air as the bodies were cremated. Kreatin had never seen a vampire before, and his father had never told him about him for he did not want to scare the boy. The shadowed figure peered in through the window in Kreatin's ground floor bedroom. It tapped on the window with sharp black fingernails, awakening the young child and beckoning him to open the window. The instant that the latch was liften the vampire shot in like mist, its body translucent, yet still visible in the light of the moon.
The mist wrapped around the terrified Kreatin, lifting him off of his feet, an invisible hand clutching his heart. No bite was taken from the child, as he was not to be food. The vampire had been given instructions from the darkest of Vampires to turn the child into a creature of the night.
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I had gone to bed exhausted from playing in the summer fields with my friends. As I lay between the rough linen sheets of my bed, I dreamt of being a guard like my father, protecting the city from the darkness in nearby Bar-Gith, and becoming famous and well respected. As I dreamt, I felt my mind becoming dimmer, the images were harder to see, and soon it was all black.
I awoke in a small, hot box, darkness all around me. Soft silk surrounded my body, and I could feel the itchyness of my best clothes on my body. Panic filled my mind as I struggled to release myself from my stiffling surroundings. I jerked inside my prison, pounding the sides and lid. The more I struggled, the more exhausted I became, and I again collapsed into the darkness.
The next time I awoke, I was still in my tiny prison. But I fought hard to keep panic from my mind. I assessed my surroundings and felt the dimensions of my box. As I patted and touched and felt all around me, I soon realized to my horror that I was in a coffin. "Was I dead?" I thought, "Surely I can't be. This must be some kind of mistake!" I heaved against the lid above me, and to my surprise, the earth above yielded easily, and fell to the side as I sat up, releaved of my dark cell.
Three people surrounded me. Before me was the Dark Lord, Seluctruh, clad in dark robes with a sinister smile painted on his face. On my left was Allyna, shadow and mist surrounded her, yielding only to the glint of the medallion of blood that looked so black in the moonlight. To the right of me was Tritoch. His horns protruded from his head, showing him to be a minotaur. Muscles bulged from beneath his cloak.
The Dark Lord stepped forward over a crumpled body, wiping the blood off of his jaw. He peered into my eyes and told me, "You have much work to do. Do not sit here in your coffin, stand, rejoice in your power over man!" I stood up, and was transferred to the center of Windy Bluff in a flurry of shadow and mist. In my mind I heard, "Kill. Destroy all that is weaker than you and feed off of their life force. Kill all that go against what I preach, and forever serve the darkness." I was left among the shadows of Windy Bluff, left to grow and become Kreatin Maldehart, Cursed Bringer of Misfortune.
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