Temple Trials

Jehane's rain poured down from the sky upon my head, crowing it with some sort of strange ritual taking place in my mind. I was wounded, and I was lost. I walked northward out of Eria after I had a run-in with a thief, who alerted the guards that I was a thief. The whole situation was oddly amusing, maybe not to me, but to someone else. I felt drained, weak, like something had taken all of my essence and forced it into a bottle to be thrown into sea. I cursed my fangs, for they ached in an annoying manor, I knew I needed blood and I was going to die without it. I thought of Calinath, and Lacar, and Felenious. All my family, since I had become a Magyker, and now it was going to end here? How cruel was that? I was so lost in my need for blood I was partially blind. I had hardly seen the tunnel rising above me. I walked through it, unknowing of the darkness which had grown whilest I walked. Soon I was on the other side, and I had turned south, because I saw a temple there, and I figured that since there was a temple, there would be healers. I collapsed at the doors with odd moon-shaped symbols everpresent on them.

Pain! I was being dragged by some men with blades in their hands, toward what I did not know. Something inside me told me I had made a bad decision to come to this temple, but I was too jaded in my need for blood that I did not care, I just wanted some of the sweet liquid which had sustained me since birth. We arrived in a larger chamber, and I was thrown to my knees in front of a large pedestal. I looked up at the top of the pedestal to see a man, dressed in blue, his chin resting on his hand, looking down at me. I staggered to my feet and looked back at the guards. A voice from the man on the pedestal made my head turn.

"What is the meaning of your intrusion, vampire?" the man on the pedestal rasped softly down at me.

"Sir, I was injured badly, as you can....see, and I'm in need...of blood, if....you..have some to spare." My vision doubled, and the guards threw me to the floor in a grovelling position. I shook my head and stood to my feet.

The man looked down at me, "You may have your blood if you complete one of our trials. You must address me as Temple Master, by the way," he grinned at the guards, "What you must do is fight one of my acolytes in the arena. Then you shall have your blood, vampire. Then you shall have it."

I nodded and bowed to the Temple Master. He nodded and had me take away. I arrived in a room with a woman inside of it, and thus laid upon the bed. The guards hurried out of the room to obey their other duties, leaving me alone in this room with the woman. She walked over me, and looked at the gash in my side, the stab wound in my chest, and the long cut on my leg. She shook her head, taking some kind of potion from a drawer. She administered it to me, saying, "This will make you sleepy, you will wake up in time for your trial, vampire. I merely must repair your broken body."

I nodded weakly, but passed out soon after i let my head fall to the pillow. I awoke and dressed quickly, noticing my blade was gone, and my pain was diminished, but i still needed blood, and very badly, as I could not see straight. I walked out of the room to find two guards standing in front of me. One of the guards looked at me, nodded and grabbed my arm. The other guard grabbed my other arm, and I was being dragged somewhere once more. I was shoved into an arena with a tall man, silver hair donning his head. He was pale like I, but his pale was more of an absence of sun, while mine was merely a family trait. I stood to my full height, which wasn't very intimidating as he was about my height. I looked into his eyes, and saw the same dead stare if you looked into my own. I was fighting another vampire? The vampire nodded, smiling, he said, "Hello, Vampire. Do not worry, your blood will be drained and given to the moon spirit. I will destroy you, as you are evil, and it is only right to do so." The man threw a kick into my chest just as I was about to say something. I fell to the ground.

I was fighting a good vampire, like myself! I stood, shakily, looking at him. He came at me, and I countered his attack with a punch to his face, throwing him to the ground, as if a hammer had hit him. He stood, glaring at me, he clawed the air as his fingernails grew into long claws. His feral eyes glowed red, and he leapt at me, his fangs bared. I was scratched along the chest, but I had grabbed his arm as I went down, throwing him to the ground. I stood, grasping my chest, breathing heavily, I jumped at him as he stood, throwing my foot into his chest, knocking him down once more. I flicked claws out of each finger one at a time as he stood, waiting for the perfect time. He glowered at me and ran towards me. I took no hesitation, I twirled out of his path with a lithe movement, and sliced into his throat. He fell to the ground, his jugular exposed for the arena crowd to see. I looked down at him, and saw he was still alive. I rested on my knees, looking into his eyes. "I am not evil, young one. I am a vampire hunter, and I wish I coud have warned you about using your instincts on me. As most vampires had not fought their own kind, I have, and am not regarded as one of my kind. It is sad to see such a young one as yourself die so wastefully. I will know forever of your valiant struggle." I closed the now dead vmapire's eyes and stood, looking at the shocked crowd. The guards came and shoved me down on the vampire. I drank what was to be the blood they gave me out of the neck of the younger one, and was sent on my way. I wandered back to Eria, thankfully the guards had forgotten everything about the thief incident, and I passed on to Windy, where I met Lacar and Calinath at the tavern.

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