Blood Wars

• This is a medieval fantasy-type RPG.  That means no guns, lasers, robots, atom bombs, etc.
• It does not have to be canon for anyone or their characters.
• New accounts are optional.
• Players may chose to be Vampires, Centaurs, Lycans, Elves, or Humans.
• Standard RPG Rules / Rates apply.
• OOC Thread Here.

Synopsis:

Background:  The Four Kingdoms

Betrayal

Blood Wars

300 Years Later:

Vampires:

Centaurs:

Lycans:

Elves:

Humans:

Sunlight was glistening through the trees of the land.  Deep within the forest, Peter Greystoke had ventured out of the camp.  Sitting beside a calm stream, Peter carefully strung his bow.  Once he finished with the bow, Peter stood up and looked around.  He closed his eyes as a soft breeze rolled by.  As his eyes were closed, the young hunter took in all the scents which were carried in the wind.  Among those scents, one scent stood out from the rest.

Immediately, Peter opened his eyes and looked in the direction of where the scent was located.  Planting his feet into the ground, Greystoke leaped across the stream and into the trees on the other side.  His feet hit the ground running as he then raced through the trees.  With his bow tightly clenched in his left hand, Peter raced through the trees silently, being careful to remain upwind of his target.

Peter's heart quickened as his mind became focused on the hunt.  Still, he raced quickly through the trees in pursuit of his prey.  As he was running, Peter reached back and took an arrow out of his quiver and placed it carefully in place on his bow.  Suddenly, an enormous stag came charging out of the underbrush, horns pointed towards the hunter.  In a display of amazing reflexes and agility, Greystoke leaped up into the air slightly to the right of the charging stag.  At that moment, Peter managed to draw his bow and release an arrow while in mid-air.  The arrow spiraled as it shot through their air and into the area behind the stag's left shoulder and thus penetrating its heart.

With grace, Peter landed on his feet and watched as the stag plunged headfirst into the ground.  With one shot, the stag was dead.  Walking over to the dead creature, Peter knelt down and retrieved the arrow.  Then, he picked up the large brute and held it on his shoulders and began to return to the camp.  That stag would feed his men for the night.  They would need all the strength they could get.  The times were truly perilous.  Emperor Nostrovich ruled the land with an iron fist.  There were only a few who opposed the vampiric lord.  As he entered the camp of his brethren, the stag was taken and prepared.  There were only around twenty members in that group, but they were effective.  Each man knew how to use a sword and a bow.

Night would arrive soon.  At that point, the real hunt would begin....

There was a soft brisk breeze moving through the forest, branches rustled about as leaves fell to the ground. The lone dark figure reached and pulled in tighter to the cowl of his cloak. The dark forest green color camouflaging into the back drop. His fierce lavender eyes peered through the darkness as he slipped behind the trunk of a near by tree. Dipping down low he hide amongst the brush and opened up to his senses. His keen ears picking up the sounds of commotion not far off. Drizzt was a lone Drow, also known as a dark elf. He was a Ranger of the lands, forsaken his evil heritage and seeking out a life in the land above. He patrolled the cold dark forest night after night in an effort to keep its borders safe from the dangerous vampires who had declared war on his people.

The sounds of horses was drawing nearer as he reached back behind him and drew out his darkwooden bow. Pulling back on the string he readied an arrow and waited for their arrival. It was a scouting party of vampires looking to catch a group of unknowing elves no doubt. But this night they would not catch their pray, on this night they would face down The Hunter. Just moments later the first rider galloped into view and a silent arrow soared through the air. The vampire never saw it coming before the edge of the arrow head sunk deep into his left eye. Blood gushing out as it pierced into his skull, knocking him from is saddle and sending ihm crashing violantly to the cold earth. Blood was pouring out of his wound as he screamed in pain, his body convulsing until it came to a stop.

Dropping his bow Drizzt unsheathed his twin scimitars, a faint ringing sound filled the air as the sharp blades were revealed. Calling upon his innate racial traits he surronded the second rider's horse in a globe of magical darkness. The horse panicked and kicked about feriously, bucking about in reckless and wild abondon. Throwing his armored rider down onto the ground and causing the third approaching vampire to vear off to the side so he did not trample is companion. Sprining upon the fallen vampire warrior Drizzt worked his blades in a mesmorizing display of swordsmanship. Arcs and slashes weaving in a dizzying array of prowess as neared closer to his opponent who was now reaching his feet and retreiving his own sword. But Drizzt however proved to be the swifter and with a whirling slice he severed the head of the vampire leaving just the lone rider. His eyes widened as he saw who their attacker was, the dark form who had been slaying their mean for weeks now with no remorse. The defender of his people who shunned him for his kind.

Rearing back on his horse the vampire hissed and snarled, revealing his long fanged teeth. "You will pay for this sleight againt the lords of the land Dark Elf. We will reign down upon your forests and burn you all to the ground. Before the next sun sets I will see you again and it will be you who falls to my blade". Crossing his blades Drizzt stared coldly up into the vampires eyes, his own lavender eyes seemed to flicker alive as he spoke. "Go then and get your army Vampire. Bring them into my domain and we will see who comes the victor when the sun rises. For it will be your skin that turns to ash with it's horizen". With a single kick to his horse the last Vampire rider spurred off out of the forest in full retreat, looking back over his shoulder with pure disgust and hatred.

The truth of the matter was that Drizzt did his work with the night fall as much as the vampires did. Because of his dark heritage he was more akin to the night. His eyes burned in the sunlight and hampered his ability to fight and use his racial abilities. Slowly stalking towards the fallen vampire with a arrow in his skull Drizzt lashed out with his blade, removing his head with one fell swoop. He would take no chances this night, war was upon him. Sheathing his blades and retieving his bow the lone drow made his way deeper into the forest. To his cave of solitude where he could prepare his meal and ready for the coming battles.

As he sat there in his cavern he sharpend his deadly swords. Twin scimitars that he had named Twinkle and Iceingdeath. Both blades were gifts to him and of the finest elven craft. One was forged of the strongest metal known to the elves, also the lightest. MIthral. While the other was of pure silver, his defense against the growing lycans who might think him a meal. The Ranger of the Land was fighting a losing war. As the days went on more and more of his kin fell to the blades of vampires, something was going to have to change or they would fade into noting like a whisper on the wind...

Warm water flowed over her body as she stepped into the massive wooden tub, a heavy sigh oozed from her mouth as she lowered herself down. Long red hair fell down her back and swam in the water, her long white body smooth and sleek, glistened through the incandescant bubbles.

"oh how they do provide wonderful baths" the beautiful half elf muttered to herself as she soaked. Light shone through the window of the Red Moon brothel where Surreal made her trade, the moon pushing its way through the early evening light. She could hear the street below, girls who were not allowed to work in the Red Moon called out their "wares" below, only the greatest and most talented whores could work in the Red Moon and Surreal was the greatest of them all. The half elf half human woman was the highest paid and most requested of them all. Her talents known throughout the lands, though she was known for more than her abilities as a prositiute, she was also one of the most powerful and talented assasins in the land,  beautiful and deadly the woman was much asked for on both counts.

Shifing in the bath she groaned as she glanced at the sun shifting through the window, the moon was rising and she had an appointment to keep. Heaving her sore body out of the warm waters, she padded across the hard floor and wrapped her body in a robe, looking in the shined metal she used as a mirror she stared at the deep forrest green eyes that watched back, raising her hands to stroke the slight tip to her ears, the only sign her mother had not been faithful to her father. Waving her hands over the ears she whispered a basic glamour and the ears shrunk to human size.  Humans could be cruel, but elves were crueler, a proud and just race, they cared little for half casts, or so her mother told her and her father had made her mother hide her from her alternate family. Inate abilites of the elves lingered with the woman, some glamours and eye sight that riveled a hawks. Nothing else though, she would live out her years a little extended, but she would never be near immortal.

Slipping on the soft green velvet dress she tightened the gold silk rope around her waist and piled her hair loosley on her head. The dress clung to her figure, hiding nothing but her carefully concealed throwing knives which she strapped to her thighs. Hearing horses outside she grabbed her cloak and slipped out the front door, carefully avoiding the front room where suitors waited for her wares.

Massive black horses pulled an enourmous coach, the door opened the being that held the handle glanced once at her and lifted his hand gently to help her inside. She never stopped marvelling at how beatuful the vampires were, and how cold.
Demetri had called for her, a simple written note demanding in a pleasant way her attendance to his castle for a meal. Surreal had no idea which of her.. skills he was requiring, either way she knew vampires, they payed well, one thing she would never discourage. Her instincts were tingling though, she knew this was something more than just a meeting, she had no fear, vampire or not, Surreal would never cow to a man and Demetri was no exception. She could handle herself, she was not afraid. Peering out the window of the coach she smiled at the humans who stopped to stare at the massive coach, running her hand over the black silk lining, her long red nails dragging a pattern across it.

The town faded as the enormous castle loomed from the hill, the coach slowing as they reached the entrance, pulling her hood loose of her hair, she stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the towering wooden doors. I just hope hes not overcompensating, she thought to herself with a chuckle as she entered for the meeting.

The bright sunlight shone above lighting up the ground with it’s heat.  A tall girl stood on the balcony of a castle but this was not any castle this was the castle of the Vampire Lord. For this girl was a Vampire of true blood. Dressed in a long back dress the touched the floor, clenching a sword.  The wind blew against her ghostly face as she watched the perimeters of the castle. Her long black hair brushed against her face.  Though she was a Vampire she did not fear the light of day nor the Darkness that night brought. She was different but did not know why.  “Selene” and man called from in her room. She stepped out for the light into her cold and dark room. A man stood there e was tall had long brown hair and most to the girls were attracted to him but not Selene. “What is it Avious” she asked impatiently trying not to make eye contact “I am here in a mission of urgency” he said with a smile “Let me guess my father wishes to see me” “Precisely and if I may ask you what were you doing?” she looked at him and smirked “Nothing” . Wile walking out of her room she laid her sword beside her bed post and left her room locking the door. “So why do you think your father would like to talk to you”. Selene was getting tired of this conversation and she just wanted to leave “I don’t know but I’ll soon find out”. Before he could reply she raced down the large shadowy hall. The air was cold and the walls were smooth and slimy. She sighed in disgust she hated this place she felt like it was a prison keeping her in and it was. Her father was on the high council of the Vampires her family were very powerful people.  Selene kept her hands inward not wanting to touch any thing. She hardly would leave her room unless for training. Fighting was not the reason that she enjoyed it, it was something else or better but someone else.  Though she was a brilliant Vampire worrier her father did not like it. He would say that the place of a woman especially of a high ranking family should not spend her day fighting or daydreaming.  Instead finding a mate or a husband of great stature.  By this time Selene did not care what her father said she had only one dream. To go beyond the castle walls to explore the world but not in fear of being attacked by other creatures of the realm. He would never let her he already did not want her to be out in the sunlight why would he want her to be living in the sunlight. She came to the door of he father chambers she was hesitant but new she had to. She rested her hand on the cold handle and twisted it. Wile opening it she could feel the cold air rushing out. Cautiously she stepped in, the door closed swiftly behind her. Her eyes were drawn to a large bed where she could see the outline of a man. The drapes were closed and there was a small hissing sound.  Selene gulped and tried to talk with out sounding afraid “Uh yes father” she said wile stuttering.  “Come here” a low dark voice said. She took a couple of steppes forward. She could still not see his face but she did not really want to “I am concerned for you my child” he said. “Why father” “You are spending to much time doing nothing. All you ever do is sit in that room of yours lock the door and do who now what” Selene could see where this was going. “Father I do not spend my time doing nothing I just” she pause knowing that she would have to choose her words carefully “I just survey the Kingdome from afar on the Balcony”. He moved out of his bed and went to the corner of his room he picked up a dagger and sat in a char next to his desk “Now my child you are my daughter when you mother brought you into this world I promised I would raise you the best way I new how. And I fell like I am failing and can do nothing about it”. Selene approached her father and put her hand on his shoulder   “Father you are not failing you have taught me every thing I know”  “Yes I have but you still defy me dreaming about venturing into the world beyond the castle you are only 17 you do not understand”.  He stopped and looked away “For some reason which I can still not figure out you do not act like you are suppose to. You treat the prisoners with care. You do not participate in the diner rituals” “Father” Selene protested “Those rituals are viciously out of context. I shall never participate in the drinking of blood from a live creature I just can’t father. Animal’s maybe but not living things that have a heart and a soul. Never Father I just can’t do that”. He tightened his fist around the dagger and quickly flung in in her face. She caught it and looked at it “No matter what you do you can never make me like you. I will ever be like you because I don’t want to” with those words she stormed out of the room pushing the large doors aside and running through the hall. She unlocked her door and dashed into her he room closing the door behind her. And fell on her bed crying. “I hate who I am I hate my self I have my kind. Why I am what I am why am I different. Oh mom I wish you were here you would help me”.  She continued but eventually she saw no purpose in hating herself any more than she did.
Night soon came and she could hear the howling of the Lyncans. She did not hate those creature for it was her kind that started this war and that tortured her soul continually.  She Got out of bed and walked toward he dresser. It was filled with long dark elegant dresses. Pushing them aside there was a small box. Selene picked it up and placed it on her lap.  In it was a suit of battle that her mother owned. It was a long midnight blue pants and on top was a strapped shirt same colure. Placing it on her bed she continued to look at it. Until she could hear her father talking. Her hearing was strangely good and she could hear conversation from miles away if she was listening. Selene places her ear on the cold wall and listened intently. “you must do something about your daughter, she is a bad influence to the others her age” “I know my lord I have tried all I know but she still will not abide” her father tried to reason “Then we have only one choice we need to make an example of her”. Her eyes grew wide and she quickly pulled her ear away “Their going to kill me”. She went to her bed and pulled out the suite putting it on. It fitted perfectly as she fastened her belt. Picking up her sword she heard a knock on the door ‘Open um Selene it is your father “ she did not reply. Swiftly she jumped of the balcony and ran across the room. The moon hung above her giving her the appearance of a bat. The door was broken down the kinds guards searched but could not find her. Her father went over to the Balcony “There she is, she is trying to escape” he shouted in ager. Selene was almost to the wall but then an arrow flew past her ear. The next one hit her are. She tumbled down the roof and fell on the ground. She get up and pulled the arrow out f her. She was very durable for her age as well. “Over here” and voice whispered to her. Selene soon saw him “Avious” “yah it’s me now come on” he said waving his hand. She ran over to him and she followed him into a small tunnel that went under the Kingdome. “Why are you dong thins” she asked “Lest just say that you are not the only one who dose not like our ruler now.” Pointing to a small back tunnel he continued “Follow this tunnel it should lead to an opening in the cave that will take you away for the castle”. She hugged him tightly “Thank you my friend”. She then disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel. The walls were soft and muddy. She crawled through as fast as she could. Up ahead she saw a light she sped up her pace and got to an exit in the tunnel. She climbed out and looked around her. She was about 3 miles away from the castle. She looked up at the moon it was still there. But here troubles were not over now she would have to deal with the races that hate Vampires not to mention the Lyncans who will kill her. And it was night her kind and others will be after her but she did not want to fight even though she had no choice.

He knees were getting sore, he felt like he had been on them half his life. Letting out a small grunt of pain as he adjusted himself, his mother quickly quieted him. “Shh boy, unless you are praying to our Lord, remain silent!” She whispered her command with a stern tone. Once again he crossed himself and began his prayer. After his mother gave confession for the 5 time that week they left. He couldn’t imagine what she had to confess, she prayed, cooked meals and took care of his younger siblings. That didn’t leave much room for sin. He kissed his mother before he left her, “I’ll be home before dinner mother.” With that he was off into the woods to hunt.

He stalked through the woods in silence as not a leaf rustled or a twig broke. It was as if a ghost was passing through looking for its next meal. He was by far the best hunter in his village, never letting his family go hungry even in the bleakest winters when stags where few. Climbing into a high tree he walked the thick branches with ease and no fear, ready to pounce on his prey like a panther from above.

The hunger in his belly was interrupted by a new desire. His mouth watered as he looked down on a large buck feeding on the grass below. The desire grew until it was like a pain in his gut. He doubled over in pain and of just a faction of a second let his concentration slip and the leaf rustle making the slightest of noise. The bucks head rose from his meal and it’s ears perked. Don’t run, don’t run! The thought screamed inside his head. But the deer took one step and was ready to leap off into the woods. With a leap he came down on the animal knocking unto it’s side. Blackness took him over.

Richard Wolfe awoke laying on the ground covered in stickiness. He looked around the darkness; the last thing he could remember was hunting in the morning sun. It had been more than 12 hours. He could see near him the deer that he was stalking, mauled and torn by some large animal. He was thankful he wasn’t attacked by this animal.

He walked by to his home and his mother met him at the door. Explaining the strange events to her she commanded him to pray with her for forgiveness. He knees were once again sore as he prayed with his mother. His hands were folded over each other and he couldn’t help looking at the red tint that covered them. Once again his stomach ached with desire.

Allenheart and his four thieves were welcome for the night in with Edgar’s village. In the surface there was only a patch of dried weed between two mountains but at the very center there was a entrance to a underground dungeon Edgar had found. {Sniff, sniff} What’s that smell?” asked John. “I don’t know but it smell like horse.” replied Bart as they walk along with Allenheart Edgar. Allenheart looks back at them as he walks “This is how they hide their sent. For all Lycan and Vampires know all they could find in this direction is more forest. They grind the grass and other essence plants and spill the juices around to hide the human sent.”  said Allenheart as he walk through the crowded dungeon. James and Tomas were driving the wagon. “So, can we discuss our price now?” ask James. Edgar stopped and turn around. “We will pay you first thing in the morning. That way I know you wont try anything stupid.” Allenheart chuckles “Wow, you really don’t trust me do you, Edgar.” Edgar after a frown glance he turns to one of his guards “You take them to one of their shelters, find them a nice flat place in a corner. Then take the horses to the stables.” The guard quickly replies “Yes, sir” and walks over to Allenheart and his thieves. Edgar walk over to Allenheart. “You are staying here for the night, thief. I don’t want to catch you touching our women, are we clear?!” Allenheart smiles and look around at the women. “Yes, we’re clear.” Edgar narrows his eyes. “Don’t do anything stupid, thief. Watch yourself.” said the scarred leading warrior before walking away. Allenheart looks back at John, “I wouldn’t touch these women with a stick, they look like him but with a wig on.” said Allenheart mocking his rival. ”This way gentlemen.” said the guard that was to escort the five thieves as he watch them laughing and scoffing amused by Allenheart’s sense of humor.

Allenheart and his thieves were set at one of the corners of the dungeon, sleeping like dogs on the floor with no comfort but whatever they brought to sleep on.  “Edgar really hate you. Doesn’t he Allenheart? Why is that?” asked Bart. Allenheart was laying on top of the wagon. He was laying with both arms on the back of the head and his hood all the way down to his eyes. Sighing, “Edgar and I were once like brothers. We looked after each other in the arena, together we were unstoppable. But as always fate intervene. Edgar fell in love with a church girl…And so did I.. But my friend Edgar was slow and too shy, while he was smiling and bringing flowers and all that nonsense the poets write about. I was talking to her and making her smile. So at the moment she took a shine to me and was about to kiss me, Edgar was peaking.. That’s how I got this scar on my jaw.. He tried to kill me, can you believe that? Kill your best friend over a girl. I loved the girl but he didn’t see that.”  {Awkward silence} Allenheart didn’t realize that Edgar was right there listening. “Why don’t you tell them how was it that Elizabeth died Allenheart?” Allenheart jumps up sitting and looking back  realizing Edgar was there. “Uhh, no need to go there, Edgar.” replied Allenheart. But curiosity stroke the thieves. “So, how did she died?” asked Jonathan. Edgar then began to narrate the story.

 [ “Allenheart, Elizabeth and I were been chased by a swamp of vampires. They chased us up to the tower of the church  she visit. We were trying to go up to the top and to close the trap door, then we would look for a escape way when we were safe. The three of us went up the stairs and made it to the underside of the trapdoor, but don’t matter how much I try the door just didn’t budge, apparemtly something was blocking it on the other side. The vampires broke through the stairway door and were coming up the stairs. A whole lot of them, hungry Vampires fallowing the sent of our fresh blood. Finally the trapdoor opened and I got up, Allenheart was fighting the vampires as he could while I was helping Elisabeth up the traphole. It was there and there that a vampire grabbed the tail of her dress and was holding her back. Allenheart was still fighting and running impatient shouting "Rear her in, Rear her in!" Then a second vampire grabbed the tail of the dress and  in a cruel act to save his own life. Allenheart, he thrust his arm back and grabbing Elizabeth by the hair, he pulled her back throwing her at the lot of Vampires using her as bait to buy himself some time. The last thing I saw of her was her screaming face been covered in her own spraying blood as the vampire feed on her inocent self” ]

Edgar finished the story and Allenheart’s thieves were looking all shocked at their boss. “Wow.. That story really has Allenheart written all over it.” said John. Allenheart then sits on the edge of the wagon, “What’s pass is pass.. What you got for us Edgar?” Edgar then growing as he looks angrily at Allenheart, he replies. “Since you five offered your services, I’m placing you in front guard for the night. These guards will show you the way to your post, arm yourselves and be ready for anything.  

As the sun set, a full moon rose and darkness covered the land.  Laying absolutely still, Peter's face rested near the ground.  His hand was laid flat upon the forest floor.  In complete silence, he waited there.  Only his eyes moved, scanning the darkened area around him.  Suddenly, his eyes moved to his hand for he had felt slight vibrations in the soft earth.  Looking up, he sniffed the air as a soft breeze blew in his direction.  Peter then whispered, "It's a patrol...."  Turning to the four hunters that accompanied him, he said, "They're about a mile out.... That gives us around five minutes...."

Greystoke then raised his hand and motioned for his men to enter into a scattered skirmish formation.  Pointing forward, he then signaled the group to move forward.  Silently, the hunters raced through the forest.  The sounds of whips cracking and chains rattling could be heard in the distance.  With a look of determination in his eye, Peter Greystoke raced ahead of his lycan brethren.  As he came to a ridge overlooking the main road through that area of the forest, he raised his hand and signaled the others to halt.  Moving along the ridge, Peter focused his eyes and peered through the darkness.

A convoy of wagons was moving throughout the forest.  Behind each wagon were two lines of slaves, totaling thirty.  They were all chained as taskmasters walked alongside them with whips.  While most of the slaves seemed to be human or lycan, two of slaves were centaurs.  Once majestic creatures, these beings were now reduced to being simple beasts of burden.  However, there were some that still remained true warriors in the form of resistance.  The humans in charge of the convoy were most-likely serfs who lived their lives in fear.  Upon penalty of death, they were forced to gather slaves for the vampires.  At the head of the convoy were six mounted vampiric warriors.  Six remained at the rear as well.  This was to provide the security for the "shipment."

Greystoke then signaled to his four hunters to move towards the rear.  An attack from the rear would delay the response time of the entire convoy.  The four hunters took their positions and aimed their bows accordingly.  Greystoke looked at them and nodded his head, giving the signal to attack.  The arrows struck their marks straight and true and the hunters began their onslaught.  For nearly ten seconds, the front would be completely unaware of the slaughter happening towards the back.  During those vital seconds, Peter raced along the ridge towards the front.

Fitting two arrows onto his bow, Peter continued to race ahead.  The convoy was still moving on the road below him.  He would not have much time; therefore every shot would have to count to its fullest.  Drawing his bow, Peter leaped off the ridge down to the road.  Before his feet hit the ground, he let loose the two arrows, both of which plunged into the back of the vampires' skulls and came out through their mouths.  Two vampires of the forward guard had been slain, and four remained.

While three of them charged towards Peter Greystoke, the fourth took his horn and blew it loud and clear.  Vampiric reinforcements would be on their way in no time.  Having only four hunters with him, Greystoke would not be able to repel twenty mounted vampiric warriors.  Therefore, time was of the essence.

Fitting an arrow into his bow, Greystoke brought down yet another vampire.  Quickly, he then drew his sword.  Brandishing the weapon, Peter struck his blade against the midsection of one of the charging riders, dismounting the foe.  In another quick motion, he parried with the other mounted warrior.  Spinning around, Peter then struck off the head of the fallen vampire.  As the other rider was about to attack, an arrow pierced his heart through the back as the four hunters had already eliminated the rear guard and were thus aiding Peter.

Suddenly, a bolt from a crossbow came speeding through the air and struck Peter Greystoke in his back.  It came from the same vampire who had sounded the horn.  Two arrows from the hunters instantly found their way into the vampire's heart.  Peter had fallen to the ground and his men had quickly gathered around him.  The bolt was silver-tipped and had managed to pierce the thin armor which Greystoke wore.

"Leave me!" Greystoke said in pain as he pulled the bolt from his flesh.  "Their reinforcements will be here any minute.  Release the slaves!"

With that, the four hunters went to each slave and released them via the keys of their fallen taskmasters.  Catching his breath, Peter walked over to a tree and rested against it for a few seconds.  His wounds would heal, but silver caused excruciating pain whenever it entered a lycan's body.  Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind to forebear the pain.  Peter Greystoke was on a mission.  The slaves in that convoy had to be freed before the large patrol made its way into the general vicinity.  Hurrying the former slaves along, Peter made sure the weapons of the fallen vampires were collected.  The five lycans then led the former slaves to their camp.  There, they would all be given food, shelter, and their freedom.

That night in the camp, Peter Greystoke had managed to heal from his earlier injuries.  He then made his way over to the slaves, who were finishing up their meal.  "This is my camp." he said.  "My name is Peter, and I am a lycan..... As you are all well aware of, a great evil has come over this land.  Those who once lived in greatness now live in slavery.  Those who once lived in peace are now at war.  I lead a small resistance.  Those that wish to take up arms alongside us are welcomed to.  I do not promise you a peaceful life free of suffering; but what I CAN give you is a CHANCE to rise up against the oppression.... a CHANCE at a better life...."  Looking to the humans, he then said, "and to those of you who wish it..... IMMORTALITY...."

Selene was tired and wanted to rest but she new each moment that she wasted brought the Vampires closer on getting her. Her cloths were torn he feet had blisters “So this mist be how every body else lives” she thought to herself. It far from morning and the air was cold. It appeared as if she could find something wrong in every direction. She had not ran into any Lyncans and she did not want to. Selene new that they would never believe her story so she would not even try. “I wonder what else lives here”. She had always been curios of the world surrounding her castle. But she was never allowed to ever leave. When she was a girl she most of the time trained with her older brother. He had died about two years ago when they found out that he was aiding the fight against his own people. He always tried to show her that what the Vampires were doing was not right. 
Every thing inside of her said to go back to beg for mercy but she would never return to her people. She wanted to help fight then but how could she at least alone. Selene was pretty sure that there were camps somewhere out in the forest well hidden.  “To bad a aint a Lyncan this would be much easier”. She then heard the running of horses and men shouting.
Quickly she ducked behind a bush and made no sound. Since she was a Vampire creature of the night she was very stealthy and it would be hare to spot her if you were not looking. She then saw a boy he was no older that 16. He had been running for miles but being pursued.  He ran striate past her all he wanted was to escape.  Out from in front of him a horsemen appeared wearing a black coat, The boy tried to turn around but there was another one blocking his exits. Selene new what was going on but she did not like it “Vampires” she whispered.  “Now boy tell us where is your people” on of the hooded figures asked “I’ll never tell you you’ll have to kill me first” he protested “If you tell us we will spare you life” “No I said and my answerer shall remain so. You Vampires never keep you word. And I shall never betray my people no matter what you do to me they will stop you”.
 She could see how this was going to end and she new what she was going to do. The boy glared at the horsemen with eyes of vengeance and hatred. The Vampires had teen every thing from him: his family, his friends but he would never tell then how to find his clan. They got off their horses and circled him their teeth ready and looking forwarded to what was to happen.
Then they heard a voice from behind them “You there step away from the boy or I’ll be  forced to harm you”. They snickered and on of them grabbed his arm “Get out of here” he shouted but Selene was not going to listen.  “What makes you think that you mere creature can hurt us” She smiled and pulled out a sword made from a mixture of Silver and a metal that she was unable to find out. “Because I am not mere creature. I am a Vampire and I am not afraid of being bitten for I’ll just bite back even harder”. She had obviously gotten their attention.
 “Selene who would have thought that the daughter of on of the kings high council would turn” “I did no such thing what we have been doing is wrong and I do not intent to sit back wile thousands of innocent blood is spilled I shall not remain in the shadows any more”. They tied the boy up and walked toward her slowly. Hissing and showing her teeth. Selene wanted to run to get out but this had to be done. She was going to fight and new she could show no mercy for she would receive none. The moon was concealed and there was no wind. She could feel that she was being watched but by whom.  What she had to do sounded so simple get out of Vampire territory and live a quiet life away from all of this. But since then things had gotten much diverse. She could feel her teeth getting sharper, her anxiety was at full level. Something inside of her wanted this fright had been waiting. Could have been her Vampire instincts finally resurfacing.  Was she to use it not to hold back and if she was to do that would she become over come by it. By the lust for blood would she like it. Never n her life had she drank the blood of any creature only animals. Which she heard tasted not as good as Human, Lyncan or Elvin blood. Would she embrace this feeling or hold back. She new this fight would require her to be at her nest if she even ad and chance of success. It was settled she was going to fighting no like a worrier but like a Vampire.

A Hymn rang through the more than mans mind as he rode within the large carriage. The night was just beginning as Demitri rode wanting something more tasty as the night would eventually draw to a close. A meal fit for a king would be served as he brought her to his home, and as the night began so did the storm. Demitri had learned that over the years a storm would soon be followed by a changing event in his life or his worlds. The first occasion that this occured was the night of his mothers death, and the beginning of the Hybrids war and the second was when he himself strove to change the world an have he at power. The very night that he slew ever caring Oreius, he never saw that Demitri would sever the sacred Kingdoms truce. They all thought that a creature as Demitri would be subdued with their act of abiding by a forgotten rule of honor, and Demitri was not a man of honor in the ways the others saw it.  He had a different form of honor, that to his race he would make sure they...and no one else were the true race the pure.

And now he must find the times like these days quite fullfilling, the Lycans are nothing but dogs of war. Their pride all but shattered an a great sense of joy filled Demitri as his carriage finally pulled up to the brothel an SHE stepped out into the rain. Her body glisened as the water dripped down every curve an bump on her, her body smelled of want an lust. She knew what he could give her, an he knew exactly what she did that she would get it in full.  But first he wanted her to discuss something before dinner. Helping her into the carriage the ride to the castle was silent she knew better to speak only when he initiated a conversation an he could hear her mumbles as they finally arrived, something about him overcompensating. As they stopped he stepped out of the carriage first an came around to her side an helped her down, her outfit fitting to every curve of her body he smiled a lustful wide faced grin as he led her inside. As they entered the castle a servant and a guard came to his side whispering something into his ear that caught him by surprise " They did what? GAH insolent fools, find the leader of the riot an be rid of him. Especially if its the mongrel Sylvan has been seen with, that pup reminds me too much of that damned fool. Be rid of them, now leave my sight." Slapping the servant he pulls him near, the servant was of human line used as if a drunkard for simple tasks. He pulls him to his mouth and Demitri whispers "This is the last time you interrupt me whilst I have company." and Demitri cradles his chin before snapping the humans neck a group of scavangers who live in the rafters of his castle leap down an grab the body before looking up at Demitri. He looks at them an nods "Do it outside, the mistress would most likely not want to be bothered by the sounds of your feasts." The beasts sqwak at him an leap up into the rafters and into the nightsky he turns around bowing to Surreal "Sorry thy mistress, they were scavengering humans who decided to steal from what was mine. Now I keep them for...trophies if you will. Now if you will follow me."

Leading the mistress Surreal up to the main room he talks "Ive found that even a halfbreed as yourself has their uses in this world of damned chaos am I not right."  As he walks up to the door he begins to take his garnments off, first the layer of armor he wore "And Ive heard from the Sqawkers you saw before that you mine lady are one of the best in both fields you trade in am I not correct." Walking to the window he  looked out at the full moon, a soft howl could be heard in the distance he began to take off another layer of garnment "I wish for two things from you Surreal, and two things only your body for one night. And your services in your other field, I am having trouble keeping my competent in their search for the lycans who have left sight. All I wish is for you to search an locate one that Slyvan has been seen with. I know for certain that my own men will not be able to locate him, and by now he and the ones who decided to take my men out are long gone. That is why I asked for you tonight, I knew of this beast and I need him found not later but soon." And Demitri finally sits on his bed little remaining of his initial armor and a long throw over his shoulders hides his pale body "So Surreal? What is your answer, if it is the right one a woman as yourself will be rewarded handsomely."

Allenheart and John  walk out of the second exit of the foundation. The floor is just like the other entrance smells like grass essences and the ground is covered in dried grass. Allenheart as he walks out he looks around , the exit was on the worse possible place, the middle of the forest. “Are you sure this is an exit? Or Is Edgar just using us to feed the Lycans?”  Allenheart chuckles, “I think is both. The exit to feed the Lycans, stupid to make an exit to the forest.”  Allenheart then walks over to a tree and starts climbing it. John seems a bit nervous. “S-So, where you want me?” Allenheart climbs to the top of the three and puts his green cloth over himself to blend. “The farther in to the forest that you are the better for me.” John grabbed his weapons and listens to his boss, he takes a few steps fort but then he remembers the story Edgar narrated about Allenheart and his girlfriend. John turns around and looks up.. “Why is that?” Allenheart was resting his head against the trunk of the three and drawing a smiles he replies. “That way if they get you.. Your agonizing shouting will alert me and I can get out of here.” Allenheart looks down at John and adds “Is that the answer you were looking for, my friend?” John seems a bit shaking up , “You wouldn’t.. Would you? I mean after all we been through, side by side--” Allenheart interrupts “John you’re like my brother, don’t listen to what Edgar said.. It didn’t happen that way, ok, now just get to your post and you know what to do if you see something suspicious.” said Allenheart.

But John after hearing what Edgar said, he still had doubt and instead of going farther in he post himself just a few trees away from Allenheart but in the same level. “Oh, that’s great Johns.. Now the Lycans can sneak up on us and we wont know until we’re in their mouth.” Allenheart stands up on the branch he was resting, “Fine I’ll go deeper, but you keep a weather eye I don’t want no one sneaking on my bloody ass.” said Allenheat. The skilled thief then leaped branch to branch and using a whip he swung three to three going farther into the forest.

Landing in a strong large tree the thief gets posted on its branches, he lays back on the trunk and grabs his bow and holds it on his hand along with a silver head arrow. {Howling in the distance} If there was a place to be in the middle of the night, the forest was not one of them. The night life was already blooming along with the mist that roam through the trees. “Busy night.” said Allenheart as his attention is shifted to the large moon on the sky. {Howling distantly}

{Branches cracking}

[Silent gasp]

Allenheart heard the sound of a creature approaching. He grabbed two more arrows and line them up on his bow. Allenheart then send the signal of trouble a low pitch whistle that resemblance the chirping of a bird. John was alerted and he also grabs his bow and arrow. Allenheart maybe human but he has train his senses very well, it comes with the job of been a thief. Shifting his darkness adjusted eyes around and holding his breath to allow better hearing he waits while having his bow ready to shoot at the first thing he sees.

{Horses whining}

A carriage was coming in the distance with four clothed men walking on the sides. Allenheart had a clear shot at them but something seem awkward. They are not Lycans and Vampires or elves would of notice us by now. Thought Allenheart as he put away his bow and arrows, the thief then signals his comrade and as the carriage passes the tree Allenheart was on, the thief softly lands on the carriage. Moving softly as only he can the nameless one then walks to the front and drawing his dagger he grabs the carriage driver from behind placing the dagger on his neck. “Going anywhere?” said Allenheart loud. The four clothed men then turn around looking at Allenheart and they aim their cross bows at him. From the distance John’s arrows cross two of the clothed men' bodies killing them instantly. “Who are you people?” ask Allenheart.


“We-” said a man inside the carriage as he walks out of it, “--Are the envoys of a larger resistance, we’ve come to warn Edgar, his secret colony is not so secret anymore.” Allenheart then let go of the man he was holding and jumps off the carriage. The thief then whistles and waves to his friend John. Jonathan gets down from the tree and comes running to were the Alleheart and the others were. “Who are they, Allenheart?” ask John. “Apparently allies.. Go get Edgar at once.” order the thief to his comrade. John went running back to the dungeon while Allenheart question the new arrivals. “What do you mean Edgar’s colony isn’t secret anymore?” ask Allenheart to the leading man. “The Lycans that attacked Edgar last, even if they didn’t have the seal, they were not wild Lycans. They were agents scouting the forest looking for traitors and resistance. Why do you think Edgar is alive? You really think that he survive because they feared him? Ten Lycan left the kingdom four return and of Edgar’s men only he survived. But he survived because they let him. When he came back to the colony he lead the Lycans right to his home-The fool.” said the leader.

Edgar then comes walking from the forest and gets to the meeting spot, “Who are you people?” asked Edgar. The leading man walk over to Edgar extending his hand fort “I believe none of us have been formally introduce. My name is Charles Castus and these are my bodyguards, or what is left of them.” said the leading man. Edgar introduces his allies Allenheart and Jonathan. “Allenheart, really? Your skills with the sword has reach far across the land. They say you‘re a great fighter.” said Charles complementing the thief. “Yeah so they say” Then Charles adds “They also say you’re a cold hearted thief who couldn’t care less of his fellow men.” Allenheart scratch behind his ear. “Yeah.. They also say that a lot.”  he replies. Edgar seems suspicious, he don’t seem to trust the new comers. Apparently they have history of aiding Vampires. “Castus, you say? Your people are scum, You’re not slaves of the vampires, you people actually worship them and do their bidding in daylight while they rest. Give me a good reason why I should let you people live?” said Edgar as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. Allenheart then interrupts and gets in middle of Edgar and Charles. “Edgar, lets take it inside, the more time we spend outside the worse. Specially in the forest. Give them a chance.” Edgar doesn’t seem to agree but then he turns around and walks over to the entrance of the dungeon. “Allenheart! You are to watch them. If this is some sort of trick, I’m coming for your head.” said Edgar as he faded into distance.  
      

She dropped her sword on the ground and smiled “You will regret this”. She said in a demonic tone. Her eyes were blazing as If on fire. She clenched her hands tightly on her side. Her eyes darted looking from one direction to another. Surveying her options. But they all lead back to her original one: Kill then before they kill you. Never in her life had she ever killed another of her kind for that matter she had never killed any one. And she new that the moment she would kill theses men there would be no going back.  “What’s wrong princess you spent to much time in that castle of yours”.  On of the men said and laughed.
Selene turned her glance to the boy. Her was still there tied up. He was afraid and did not know what was going to happen. “Great they’re going to kill her then me” he thought to himself. His eyes spotted a knife that must have fallen off in the struggle if he could only reach it. He was able to move his foot over toward the knife but was not long enough. “Hay what are you doing” on of the men asked him “Uh nothing just hoping that she’ll kill you before I do”.
It was time she had decided. All she hoped was that she had made the right choice. In a blur of motion she leaped at one of the men and dug her teeth into his neck. Her let out a scream and tried to pull her away. She dug her nails into his chest. The other man looked in horror and was about to bite her. Then from behind he was stabbed through his chest. “I told you I was going to kill you” she boy said. In all the excitement he had found a way to untie him self. The vampire let out a shrike in pain being heard for miles away. Selene was still sucking the mans blood. She pulled away her eyes wiled. He was still alive but barely. She looked at him and smirked “Tell your King Demitri that Selene Geminie a Vampire had arrived”.  She new that the moment he and her father heard that they would know who it was. Geminie was he mothers middle name and she always used it.
He quickly got up and ran for his life. Now there was only Selene and the boy. She shot a glance at him and smiled “Uh thanks for saving me” he said “Don’t mention it, by the way my name is Selene” she held out her hand. “Mine is Argon”. He shook her hand in friendship. She walked over to her sword and placed in its sheath.  “So you’re a vampire” he asked “Yes the daughter of one of the Vampire Commanders in his army”. “Wow your then pretty important so why did you leave” “They were going to attempt to kill me” “Why” Selene was getting annoyed by all of these questions.  “Tell me about you”. Argon looked at her “Well what are you” she asked impatiently “I am a uh a” “you’re a Lyncan no dought but why did you not transform into you wolf form and kill these vampires?”. She could see that she hit a knick in his armor. “Um well my mother was a human and my father was a Lyncan”. “Can you transform in to wolf form”, she asked cautiously “Well yes I can but I am not very powerful. The only thing I am good at is well tracking but speed and agility aint my specialty”.  She walked toward the riders horses that were in good condition.  “Can you ride” she asked him “Yes very well, why?” because you need to get out of here. I have not dought that the Vampire that I let get away will inform his commander soon.  Then this place will be swarming with the kings guards.” He looked at her “Where your headed Selene” “I don’t know but I do know that I am not going to sit around and watch people die”. They got on their horses and looked at each other. “Ok then follow me and try to keep up” “Wait Argon where are we going?” “To my village we’ll be safe there” “Argon I am a vampire they will never accept me” . He did not reply he just rode off in a second. She followed behind him and hoped that she would not b discovered but new she would.

The leaves ruselled as a little girl and puppet dropped from out of the trees. The girl was small with long blonde hair that nearly touched the ground, her skin pale against the black dress and cape she wore as well as the strange maroon tie. The puppet that dropped with her was small with short light torquise hair and eyes wearing a black maid outfit with two small black devil wings spreading from it's back. In each hand it held a small dagger. This girl was a vampire of legend in her own world known as Evangeline McDowell. Looking around she heard the sound of horse hoofs coming closer. Turning her head to the road she soon saw the source of the noise. It was two people on armored horses, one male one female. The puppet suddenly moving on it's own looked at the approaching horsemen saying "Look Master a couple of horsemen a riding towards us. Should we kill them and take the horses?" turning to the puppet Eva said "No Chacha Zero we shouldn't kill anyone just yet. Let's stop them and see if they'll give us a ride before killing them." walking into their path.

When Eva thought they could hear her she yelled "Hey you two! Mind giving me a ride?!" Chacha Zero looking up at Eva asking "You're not planning on leaving me here are you?" looking down at her she said "No. Now act like a puppet and stand still." grabbing Chacha Zero's strings.

Prologue

   Once a man, no a Centaur ruled one of four kingdoms. His name, King Oreius, serene and gentle. He was to keen and gentle with the others, the Vampires, Lycans, Elves, but most of all his beloved Humans. So as he pondered around his kingdom, keeping everything in order he was caught off guard. The ones he had trusted to keep in line had killed him. Slain by Vampire assassins in the dead of night. His vanguard, twenty strong, were all but annihilated. Save for one magnificent beast. His cousin, Joseph Sureson, the most trusted of the group. Uncowardly he had started to help Oreius fight off the beasts, but under the command of his king he was brushed away. The only one who knew the truth. The only one who went up a hill and hid behind a large, overgrown tree.

   He watched as the twenty men before him, ninteen plus the king, were obliterated. Stalked silently, throat slit, trampled at their very own hooves. The gruesome horror show didn't end until finally the assassins came upon their true target. His leg broken, attempting to flee, Oreius was quickly surounded. The monstrocities "played" with him for awhile. Pocking a prodding, instilling fear. That was until one finally jumped on the Centaurs back. Biting into the flesh of the prey Oreius quickly fell to his knees. Then he was stabbed, save five, no twenty folds times. Battered and bloodied he dropped, his body still, onto the moon glistening dirt path. His eyes shakily open, his pupils dialated.

   Nothing remained, the only reason Joseph survived was because of the god almighty wind. Blowing up towards him, Joseph only scented them, with his scent not rushing down the hill they considered their mission over. They burned the bodies with torches, the flames jumping across the horse half of the body and then catching onto the full hair of heads. The Vanguard was burned, only chared black bones remained. Unhappily they kept King Oreius's body fresh. With that they left, never looking back, leaving Joseph to look at the fallen comrades before him.

  He slowly burried his King and, when finished, laid the sword atop the hill. Then he galloped to the walls of the Centaurian Castle. Telling of the death of his king, Joseph was met with unhappy gazes. Only he knew what really happened, the facts, soon though he wasn't saved either. The Vampires didn't want anything to lead to them, so naturally, he was silenced, slaid by posion as he drank a glass of wine before trying to gather the new factions of Centaurs under his lead, being the known leginimate heir to the thrown.

  One thing kept the royal bloodline from dieing. A certain sister of Joseph, Ee Serene, one who had chosen to be a diplomatic power instead of a warlike fighter, and was shortly married after. She slowly slipped away from being "the cousin of King Oreius" and developed her own person. When she first realized that her family was decimated and she was the next in line to the thrown. She hid and cowardly kept the bloodline continueing. For the next two hundred and seventy five years the bloodline grew, all until a child name Zerk was born. He gave birth to a son at seventeen. This son was called Stephan, even with the joyous moment of having a gift, Zerk wanted more. He attempted to take the thrown, confronting the Vampiric leader, Demetri, who slayed him. His wife was found and killed, luckily his son survived. Left at a friends house while his mother went hunting for food. They became his parents, leading him righteously to manhood. Holding the true story...that was until he was eighteen, a true man.

  So it was said that only King Oreius was the last king. To everyone that seems true, to Stephan there is more. Zerk left his son with family friends, those who couldn't have a child, and told them of what was happening. She also told them to withhold the information to everyone, including Stephan, until he was twenty. So there Stephan grew, hiding with his "supposed" parents and never knowing of his families past. He learned from his adoptive father the way to feel around him. Learning to enhance his senses. With that came the naturality of learning to wield blades, one handed and two handed. Axes and lances were adjoined into the flow also. Last was the bow, every Centaurs chosen weapon. Something that was special. Stephan formed his own bow, making it stand out, made of complete white wood. Cherry Oak at the tips and hints of gold around the edges. Of course by then he had done muscular training, learning to lift more than three hundred pounds in his barehands and on his horselike curved body close to six hundred. He learned Academics from his mother giving him quick mental thought and a more-than-basic knowledge of the back history of the land.

All the while, his race became beasts of burdon, slaves to the Vampires. When he was eighteen Stephan was told his heritage, he was adopted, the last heir to the thrown. He became a stronger person that day, knowing his future. Quickly he left, forming a hundred strong group of Centaurs. The abandoned kingdom of Centaurs became his. Slaying the small patrols of Vampires, who were forgotten, their post the same for forty years, that watched the area and then he plotted within the encampment. Freeing other Centaurs, gathering food and weapons. All this from convoys. He made it look like the work of Lycans, leaving no one behind and only using swords or arrows, no dents from hooves on armor. 
 

With and abandoned castle at his whims and small contigment of trustful men, Stephan has started the rising of Centaurs. No one's burdon's..... He has the same beliefs as the late King Oreius....his path will be different. His true story begins now. He'll begin talking to others, leading his men to the NEW FUTURE laid out before them.

NOW, Serene Castle:

Something rustled through the ground. Hastily a dark figure appeared from the shadows. That aligned shadow quickly appeared to be a half man, his upper body pumping himself forwards, while, where is two feet should be a body of a horse was. Four hooves kept him coming. Pushing him three times faster than a regular man. The Centaur was running towards a castle, no torches were lit, so naturally it looked abandoned. With the slashed Centaurian flags wavering by the slight winds. As the Centaur neared though two figures appeared from behind two thick bushes, which laid direcly infront of the castle and surronded the path.. Arrows in hand they aimed forwards.

Noticing the quck Centaurian, they lowered their bodies, back behind the bushes, their legs already folded as if lying asleep. Giving them no notice the Centaurian continued, rushing into the walls of the fallen kingdom, as he doned closer and closer to the center small flickering candles led his way. He couldn't help but notice the burnt walls of buildings and pieces missing, as if they had been ripped off. As he neared a churchlike building, it's doors closed, he switched and started walking upwards, the stairs meeting his hooves and giving a small clanky noise.

The Centuar knew he had passed at least thirty patrol men on his way to this specifi part. The protection was strongly built, no one would reach the center without resistence. As the traveling Centaur reached the wooden doors, slightly displaced, he pushed one open with the palm of his hand. Inside the cavernous area was an array of torches and candles, lighting the whole area.

At the end of the building was three steps, there was, at the top of the small steps, a laid out burgundy rug. Laying atop it was one strongly built Centaur, his legs folded and his horselike body nestled atop them with the upper humanic form sticking out. Walking towards the Centaurian male the traveler gazed side to side, behind each pillar a full armored Centaurian with a bow and arrow ready, aiming at him. When he reached the Centuar laying above the three steps. Bowing by pushing his two front legs into a bent motion he looked up. The Centaurian he above the steps stood up and bellowed.

" Nathanial, what information do you bring me? What is so important that you must enter my domain at this time of night?" Nathanial stood up and responded.

" Sir Stephan.... My unit reports another mishapening! Twelve score of those vile Vampire's have been killed. Not by our hand but by what seems to be a Lycan resistence. Thirty capturees were set free, two being Centaurs. Intel says that the resistence might hold even more of our kind. Why do we needlessly hid behind this destroyed castle and make our marks behind Lycan raids? The time to act is now! My watchmen will be returning in about twenty minutes. We couldn't watch the rest of the happenings because Vampire reinforcements showed up shortly after. I ask that we make ourselfs known tomorrow. The Vampires have their hands full as it is. We will tip the balance. So many of us have gathered here. This once magnificent castle, able to hold millions, now only holds a few hundred. I'm done hiding."

Stephan took onto his hooved feet in anger at first. Analyzing the things that had happened in one day. Weakily galloping down the stone steps he looked Nathanial in the eyes. Holding his face, Stephan gazed into the mans eyes. He couldn't see anger only strength. Letting go of his fellow Centaurians face he anwsered back.

" Nathanial..... You speak true. I've been pondering with the same exact thought. I planned on calling upon the Humans, Lycans, and secretly the Elves. Some are the Vampires slaves but I don't want to be in the shadows as much as you. I'll take your request into consideration. Well not consideration. Tomorrow I will act. I'll find people with our ideals, lead them here and then to the Vampires castles, villages, and Villas, burning them all in their god forsaken sleep. I'll only take my most trusted warriors, less casualties the better. Everyone else will stay here in order to protect what small piece of home we have left. I promise you this. WE WILL NOT BE CREATURES OF BURDON FOR ONE DAY LONGER!"

With that Stephan waved Nathanial away with his left hand. Staring at the back of the man's body and watching as he left. Turning himself around he walked up the three steps and laid back unto the ground, folding his legs and nestling himself for sleep. Remembering something important he opened an eye and barked one last order before his slumber." Your free to leave your duty, get some rest. I can protect myself."

Quickly the Centaurs concealed behind pillars emerged. Breathing and smiling as they walked out. Stephan looked to his left, making sure his double handed sword was beside him, held up by the stone wall encasement. Turning back to watching the only entrance inside of the once known mess hall, which looked like a human made church, Stephan's eyes slowly drifted to a close. Now he could dream of the future, one without the Vampires ruling all, thinking everyone lower, that would be their downfall...They were truely not the best. The end would be near.

Once inside Allenheart, the thieves, Edgar and his loyal guards, Charles and his men were sitting all around a large rectangular wooden table. The room was all wooden and had weapons bolted on the walls along with different battle damage shields all part of the decoration. The Conversation had been ongoing. Edgar was already aware of the visitor’s warning. They explain that they are what is known as double agents, they serve the vampires in order to know their plans and to try to give humans a chance to migrate before any attack by the vampires. Charles recommends to evacuate the dungeon through the river, to fallow the river until reaching the bridge and head to meet Salazar de Greta and his people. There Edgar’s people will be safe. Edgar then rises from his end of the table, “Salazar, the Viking warrior.. Hum, I heard he is a powerful gladiator, his might is feared by many men. Very well--” said Edgar as he walks over to his guard’s side. “Get everyone ready to migrate, tell them to take their family and only weapons and dry bread, nothing roast or any kind of meat- We must keep ourselves as hidden as possible from the Lycan’s noses, go.”  The guard bows and heads out the room. “Lets just hope is not too late”  said Charles.

And so it was, Edgar’s colony was deserted and now 100+ people were lose in the outside all walking by the river. Edgar was in the front line, Charles and his people had turn back to try and buy Edgar and his people some time and hold back the Vampire’s Lycans. Allenheart’s thieves were at the other side of the river fallowing along but with a weather eye to the forest. Allenheart himself was standing on one of the carriages holding his powerful bow on hand, ready. With three silver head arrows just waiting in case of a Lycans attack. The caravan was walking without torches to prevent to be seen in the distant view. The carriages were in the middle along with the woman and children. The men were surrounding them, those who couldn’t held a weapon were set in the middle protected by them men. It was clear that Edgar was a great leader and knows good strategies to keep his people safe.  “Pick up the pace people, the less time we spend in the dark the better.” said Edgar to his people. Alleheart looks up to the star filled sky accompanied by the very large moon. In the distance the howling of Lycans could be heard along with their crying and roaring, the people get spooked and fasten the pace. “Don’t worry people.. They are far away, when they stay silent is when you actually have to worry.” said Allenheart. A kid been held on his mother’s arms is hit by curiosity and he ask Allen heart “Why is that mister?” Allenheart the heartless thief tell him as it is, “Because that’s when they are hunting, hungry for your little neck.” said Allenheart, the kid spooked holds tighter to his mother. Allenheart smiles as he keeps stealth looking to the forest while the caravan keeps moving, hoping to reach Salazar’s colony.   

The sun began to rise and the cool breeze calmed the riders.  They watched as the magnificent colures of red, yellow and orange filled the heavens. Selene let in a sigh of Amazement. Even from the castle she had never see such an amazing sight. At least now because of the day light the Kings hordes would not be out looking for her until tonight. “Wow” she said under her breath “What you say Selene” “Nothing just I’ve never see such a beautiful sunrise.” Argon looked at her in curiosity “I would think you have better views from the Palace” “No I never got to see a sunrise from the Castle because I father forbad it”.  Selene looked at Argon and thought.
 “What’s he going to say to the Lyncans that he save d a Human. Certainly he won’t tell them who I really a. They would kill me for sure.” She paused as Argon stole a glance at her his ocean blue eyes piercing her soul. She blushed but new that what ever she was feeling she needed to keep hidden for his sake. “I mean Vampires have been enslaving these creatures and battling them for generation. I would be killed on sight or on smell.” Selene new that she would be seen as an enemy to all that crosses he path all she wanted was to help fight the Vampires. “We are nearing a gorge be carful the road gets very slippery” Argon said in concern.
“I wonder what she’s thinking” Argon thought to himself “I mean can I trust her she’ll probably just alert Demitri of my village and then He’ll kill every one.  No she would not do that not to me not after what I did to her”. He was fighting a battle within him. Should he trust Selene or should he kill her. His entire family had been fighting off the Vampires for generations and now he was helping one. How would he explain this to his leader they would think him a traitor to his kin. He brushed back his hair out of his face and stole another glace and Selene. She appeared to be thinking as well about what he did hot know  “Well she did save my life and I owe her so I guess until proven other wise I’ll help her out as much as I can”.
The sun was now shining brightly on the two travelers. The could feel the heart pounding on them. Argon Looked at Selene nervously “We are not alone” he whispered to her. She looked at him puzzled. Looking this way and that she could see no one. On the other hand she was a no a Lyncan and.  They continued down the path staying alert until "Hey you two! Mind giving me a ride?!". They turned their gaze to a girl. Who’s long bold hair appeared to touch the floor. Her skin was pale as those of a ghost. In her hands she as a small puppet who’s string she was holding. A bright smile lit up her face and the riders looked at each other.
“Do you know her?” Argon asked in that of a whisper “No but from her appearance she could be a Vampire”. “great if not bad enough we are being hunted by the kings sliders they have to send a little girl to kill us to”. Selene then looked at the girl and smiled nervous not knowing what to say. “Tell her that we are on urgent business and can not afford to waste time.” Argon said. “Who are you” Argon asked “My name is Evangeline McDowell” the girl replied in a calm quiet voice. Argon nudged Selene’s shoulder wanting to talk to her in privet. She looked at him in frustration but then looked back at the girl “Give us one moment”. The tow then looked at each other “What the” he stopped himself from saying the rest “Are you doing just tell her no she’s a little girl she’ll get over it” “I know Argon but she is all aloe we can’t just leave her” Selene protested. “What is she is a by sent from the king to kill us or at least slow us down so the Vampires can kill us. Can’t you see this is a Trap Selene.”  Selene was tired of discussing this she quickly pulled on Argons shirt and kissed him intensely. His eyes opened as he looked at her. She quickly pulled away and wiped her moth “Are you done talking now”. Argon still suffering from shock looked at her and nodded his head “Uh yah”. They walked over to the girl she giggled. “You can come along” Argon said with a sigh he was not sure if this was the right thing but it was either talking the girl with or getting himself left behind.

A  sound drew his attention to the door, Horse hoofs and then a thud. He tore himself from the dinner table, Passing the stairs to his son room, he cleared the hall in a few large steps, He had spent most the night creating weapons for his Vampire lords. He was once more than this, A great man in the armies that came before the Vampire lords controlled the land. Bending as he reached the door. A tight fist clenched round handle of the hammer that lay at the edge of the door way. Twisting the iron lock the door opened with a thrash as the wind and rain battered against him. His long hair flapped about his face and in one swipe of his massive hand he pulled it back over his forehead to find a lady bleeding on his door step. Bending over her he stepped back at her beauty and his ear caught the sound of two horses clicking across the cobble stones. Her blood was flowing of the grey stone as the horses came to a stop. They where two human guards obviously the vampires where below policing their food. But these guards where  almost as bad.

“Blacksmith return to you’re fire, we will deal with this women” both men smiled at each other obviously her beauty had caught their eyes already, He hated having to treat this type of man with respect those that live by fear. “Sir’s the Lady is a friend of mine, I hope you will forgive her behavior.” The guards once again shared a glance, perhaps trying to decide what to do,  one guard looked the blacksmith up and down, His long white hair was thrashing in the wind and he was built like a bear, each part of him seemed flexed as the muscles rippled under his skin, The Blacksmiths blue eyes showed his true nature, they where soft unlike his body and seemed to speak years beyond his mind. The guard reached for his sword and the Hammer moved and flashed into the moon light as the rain bounced off it. The other guard reached over and held the other guards hand in place “Do excuse us, Blacksmith we did not realize she was spoken for.” The other Guard looked at his friend for a moment and then removed his hand as the blacksmith bent down and took the woman’s weight under his arms.

Turning his back he entered the doorway the fire’s light  next to the dinner table seemed to fill the room, As he shut the door he waited till the horses moved off and placed the woman on the table where his dinner sat, Throwing it on the floor he began his work, heating some knifes and removing the woman’s clothing he began to tend to her wounds,  cleaning and sealing them the best he could, Only time would tell if she would heal, taking of his shirt he placed it over her and placed her in his bed, A large elven sword sat on the wall above the oak bed, in its day it was perhaps one of the greatest weapons of the land, but now it was broken in two and lay as a memory on his wall. He pulled up a chair and watched her as the rain tore at the wooden building, slamming into the window, He replaced her  dressings if they bleed out and attended the stitches for the shallow and checked on his son ever time he had to go down stairs to heat a knife to seal the deeper wounds that had opened,. She was stronger than her body looked he thought as he watched  from behind his deep blue eyes, flinching the wind began to throw itself harder when the storm began to grow outside.

Though they whispered Evangeline could hear every bit of their conversation. As they came back Eva said "First I'm no spy, second I won't slow you down, and finally who is this king?" asking her question with hidden curiousity. Though she seemed to be only ten years old she stood proud and gave off an aura of pride almost royal. Before anyone could answer the question she hoped on the back of Argon's horse saying "Don't worry, if I slow you down you can just kick me off." Argon getting on the horse sitting in front of her. With a quick motion the horses began gallop Selene and Argon riding side by side.

As they bolted through the forest the puppet in Eva's lap suddenly began to talk again saying "Master. What do you think about changing the monarchy here?" Eva smiled down at the puppet saying "Hmmm... we could do it. It might provide us with some easy entertainment though I don't know if I want to change the entire government system." looking forward as she watched the trees fly by.

Suddenly they heard a loud voice yell "Hey look there's that runaway criminal Selene and she got some Lycan and a little girl with her now!" a solo vampire on an armored horse charging them yelling "Die in name of Emporer Demitri Nostrovich!" his horse speeding towards them. As Eva saw this she said "Humph fool." turning toward him as she said to Argon "You guys keep on. Me and Chacha Zero will take care of this." softly chanting something. Suddenly Eva's hand began to glow as she finally said "Ice spirits on high, fill the sky. Tundra and glaciers on the run from the land of midnight sun." putting her hand forward she finished "Frozen Earth!!!" a massive amount of ice shooting from the ground that consumed both the horse and the rider. Smiling as she turned back around she said "So much for him. If this 'King' wants to catch me then he'll have to send better than that." laughing evily. Chacha Zero looked up at her saying "Next time Master it's my turn to deal with them."

Her nostrils flared as the smell of sun and rain was carried through the open window, sunlight filtered through the drips down the stained glass creating a pattern on the wall across the room. Eyelids flickered as she awoke, shifting her legs she gasped as fire shot up her leg, reaching down she felt the hard wood of the splint either side of her right leg. Green eyes widened, she pushed herself up on one arm startled, fear rushing her body as she remembered the night before.... had the vampires taken her in? Her breath came fast as her chest heaved, looking down, the rough cheesecloth of a mans shirt scratching against her soft skin, she realised it was not the vampire, someone else had rescued her. Long fingers ran across the bandages on her neck and chest, she could smell the gooh underneath and the faint scent of seared flesh. Calming her breathing she glanced around, a simple and elegant room, a plain but well made desk stood in one corner, beside her a small table with a candle burnt out and a large wooden chair. No pictures or art but a simple blue rug on the floor that looked slightly worn but well kept, as her eyes flowed over the rug they wafted over a small boy with dark hair and blue eyes hiding behind the bed slightly with a bowl of porridge in his lap. Snapping back to the boy she pulled the shirt closer to her body and yanked the covers up, her voice rasping as she spoke "who are you boy?" the small child peered at her through long lashes, a slightly guilty look crossing his porridge smeared face.  Jumping up onto the bed, he could not have been more than 10 years old, a slight boy with long limbs and a cheeky smile. "are you a princess?"  the boys voice belighed his years, coming out strong and clear, with only a whisp of childish tones. She coughed out a laugh " boy I am so far from a princess cough you dont even know" as the words left her mouth a voice boomed through the doorway. "Jimmy, are you pestering our patient?" the words were harsh but the voice was soft with a faint laugh behind them, the boy leapt to his feet, knocking the empty bowel off his lap "father, father the princess is awake" looking up a huge hand reached through the partially open door ruffling the boys hair, like nothing she had seen peered around the doorway. Kind eyes, eyes like deep wells, she was instantly lost in them... her body responding in ways she had forgotten in the need to numb her own desires over the years as a whore. He was huge, like a mountain, massive hands and arms that cradled a bowl of something steaming as delicatley denying his size "come now Jimmy boy, its time to get your chores done" the boy pouted at these words and the man bent down to eye level a twinkle in his eyes"but dont worry we will play swords later i swear" eyes like his fathers lit up with glee and she smiled at the delight of the father son game. "good bye princess, be well"  the boy waved as he roared off out the doorway. Smiling at his back she looked up into those eyes once again, green linked with blue as the man stared back gently placing the soup beside her bed, it smelt good and she heard her stomach grumble in response. "good sir, i thank you for...." the coughing started again, clutching her throat and grimacing with pain, he reached across and placed a cup of water in her hand, turning to deal with her leg he spoke to the wall "sip it slowly and do not speak mistress, you are injured" Taking the cool ceramic in her hands, she sipped gently at the water, it burnt at first but soon soothed her dry throat, using the chance of his distraction to peer at him again, from the white hair that belied his age, which she guessed to be middle, to his strong arms and calfs,  he must be a soldier she thought, he carries himself with the ease of one in command, yet his home disagreed with that. Soldiers in the land where paid well by the vampires to keep quiet about the 'Night time' activites and this home was simple but not decadent, peering at his hands the burns scars fresh across old wounds. "you are a blacksmith?" her voice rasped. Her father had been one and she knew those wounds, often running her hands over them as a child, following the patterns with small hands. "shhh, you need to rest your voice" his huge hands caressed her broken leg gently as he tended to the splint, puffing the pllows up underneath to raise her leg higher, hairs on her arms rose as the touch electrified her. A smile crossed her face as she sipped more of the cool water, smiling at her virginal response to the mans touch, she was a whore, what right did she have to be excited by a gentle touch, to feel like a young girl in the first throws of a crush, frowning at the thought she realised she could not let him know what she did for a living, he must not see her that way. Warm hands finished tending to her leg, briefly checking her neck he turned back to her "I am sure that you have questions mistress, but you must rest your voice, if i had not come when i had, you could have lost your voice totally pausing let it rest" a warm smile crossed his face as he gently pushed hair away from her face "just trust you are safe here....." he paused and she spoke    "Surreal..."          Smiling "Surreal.. now rest and i when it cools eat your soup, I will be downstairs tending to my work, but that window" he pointed at the stained glass "leads down to the yard, if you need me simply knock on it, i will hear you" Getting up to leave he turned back to her "you are right i am a blacksmith, and here madame you are safe, trust in that". With a soft click the door shut and she was left to her thoughts, the last of his words echoing in her mind "you are safe madame, trust in that" her eyelids flickered as sleep overcame her once again and she fell back on the soft pillow.. minutes later a gentle snore could be heard through the open window.

Peter's eyes shot open and he was suddenly wide awake.  Sitting up from his slumber, the lycan placed his feet upon the wooden floor and stood up.  As Greystoke walked out the door of his dwelling, the sunlight gently touched his face.  The air was clean and fresh after the rain from the night before.  Many years ago, he and his lycan brethren had constructed a set of dwellings that were located up in the trees.  The entire base was well-camouflaged and deeply entrenched.  Several buildings had been built high in the trees and were connected by several bridges and ropes.  It was somewhat sophisticated, yet wild at the same time; much like the lycans themselves.  Despite mostly using temporary camps spread throughout the territory, Peter Greystoke liked to fall back to a place which he could call "home" every now and then.

Standing on the outer deck of his dwelling, Peter leaned forward and rested upon the wooden railing.  Various men were moving around down below.  Some were being trained in archery.  Others were honing their skills with the sword.  Whenever a short raid had been executed where slaves had been released, some of them used their freedom to fight alongside Peter and his resistance.  As usual, Peter would start training them.  In the case of humans, he would give them immortality if they desired it, thus turning them into lycans.  By now, his numbers were growing.

Greystoke took in a deep breath, then leaped over the edge of the railing.  Falling nearly forty feet, Peter's body flipped and twisted in the air as he then landed on his feet.  He reached up, brushed the hair out of his eyes, and walked up to one of his lieutenants.  "Lord Greystoke..." the lieutenant said with a reverential bow towards his lord.  The descendant of lycan nobility, Peter tried to carry his power well.  His heart belonged in the heat of battle.  Never satisfied with leading from afar, Peter always preferred to be on the front lines with his men every step of the way.

"How many hunters do we have ready?" Peter asked as he walked briskly alongside his lieutenant.

"Around one hundred sixty in this region, my lord." the man replied.  "There are over fifty others, but they have not yet completed their training."

"Make sure they finish." Peter said, stopping to examine a set of newly-made bows.  "I want them ready to fight before the week is over.... Anything else?"

"Actually, my lord, reports have come in of a new silver mine twenty miles away." the lieutenant said.

"Silver?.... That means the vampires plan on making more weapons.  Where there's a silver mine, there's bound to be a large armory and many slaves."

"Precisely, my lord.  It could be a chance for us to further our supplies and our numbers."

"Very well.  Gather four or five of your fastest runners.  Taken them and scout out the mine's defenses at nightfall.  I want to know every detail.  Every wall, every soldier, every sword, every crossbow.... I don't want our forces to be caught off-guard."

With that, the lieutenant left to go organize his scouting party.  As for Peter, he continued to walk around and monitor the progress of the new recruits.  All together, Greystoke's resistance had grown to nearly one thousand members that were scattered in various locations all throughout the territory.  However, it would not be enough to put an end to the rule of Demetri Nostrovich once and for all.  At the time, the vampires numbered in the thousands.  If Peter was to end the tyranny of Emperor Nostrovich, he would need help.  It had been weeks since he heard from Sylvan, the man who rescued him, raised him, and taught him how to fight.  However, he would have to wait to find Sylvan for the time being.  Peter Greystoke had a raid to organize....

The girl hopped on to Thomas' horse. He seemed reluctant at first but soon warmed up. The two and thir new Aquantance rode on ahead. Selene's toughts were not at the situaton on hand but on what she did to Argon. "A kiss was probably ot the best thing to do to make Argon stop talkin" she thought to herself. Her black hair blew in her face. As she brushed it aside she quickly glanced over to the young girl. She seemed to be paying much attention to a little puppet that she had. Selene payed no mind. She had different things to worry about: How to get to Argons Village, if the Lyncans would not kill her on sight and if felt any thing with that kiss. It could not happen and would not happen she had not time to pay attention to her feelings at the moment. Though she felt sparks with the kiss she forced herself to belive that there was nothing there, but was there?

Argon rode on stroly. Trying to pay no attention to the girl but always found himself looking over to Selene for some reason. He did not like the fact that they were helping a girl who they had no Idea who she was and where she came from. "What next helping a puppy" he laughed at the thought.

The sun shone down on the three riders as they made thier way acros the vast forest. Argon held th rains tightly as he looked around.There was no one there as far as he could tell.A cool breeze brushed up against his back as he continued riding with his young passanger.

Argon  glanced over to Selene hoping to catch her attention and she did. He smiled at her not knowing how she would react. She smiled back and then looked away. Hopefully they would get to his home soon where he could inform his leader Peter Greystoke of the recent happenings. Then a voice pierced the silence. "Hay theres the runaway criminal Selene and she has a Lyncan with her and a little girl". Shouted a Vampire. "Oh great" Argon said out loud and so did Selene. There was only one Vampire he was on a horse and riding to thier position. The twos eyes met yet again as niether of then new what to do. "Die in the name of Emperer Demitri Nostrovich!" the rider drew his sword.

Argons glance soon turned to the girl as she began to chant somthing. "You two ride on. I and Chacha Zero will take care of this". Selene had no idea what was going on "Did that girl just tell us to leave" she wispered. She looked over to Argon hoping for some answers but he was as clueless as her. Her hand began to glow and a large glacier protruded from the earth and swolowed the rider whole. Selene did her best not to look worryed but she was. Never in her life had she ever seen such amount of power from any one especially not from a ten year old. Then girl looked over to Argon and Selene who by this time were speachless. "SO much for him if this King wants to catch me he'll have to do better that that." The girl then gave a sinister chuckle.

Argon glanced at Selene, a frustrated and anry look crossed his face. he then said out loud "I told you so". Selene sighed and looked at the girls face.  Selene had so many questions but new that now was not the time. The wind began to blow more fiercly as she looked beyod her. In the Distance she could hear the crys of the other VAmpires they would be her soon. "Ok no time for questions we need to get out of here. Argoan get the girl on the hores and lets go". Argon looked at her but new that he would have to listen. She quickly he put her on her horse but she was allready on. He let out a sigh and they quickly glopped off not waisting any time. He looked over to Selene and shouted over the nois "They'll follow us any where we have to loose them and fast." Selene new this better that any one. She had watched how they trained thier worriers. And new these guys would not give up easily. Lucky for then she would'nt either.

Wile on her horse she pulled out her sword and aimed it behind her. Smiling at the hores men and lightnin started to strike the horsemen. "One down much more to go" she said to Argaon. He smiled "What are we going to do" he asked "Nothing I'll take care of them". She turned her horse and faced her apponents. looking then in the eye. "Oh look little miss princess wants to be brave" they laughed. She got off her horse and lifted her sword high above her. "By the power of Zenith Andolen Geminie you will fall". With that her sword hit the groud making if fall in around the Vampires. Thier screems echoed in the forest. She then got back on her horse and caught up with the others. Argon looked at her "You always have to be the hero don't you" "Well yah". By this time the sky was growing dark and they needed to find a place to rest. After a couple of miles they reached a rock formation where they could stay the night. Argon tied thier horses to a tree near by. Seating himself by the fire he looked over to the girl and Selene "Ok now I need answers from both of you what have I gotten myself in to?" but the night was not abotu over and before day break the three would have to deal with somthing even more deadly that Vampires.

  The sun had arisen, light flickers apeared from between the stain glass windows. Some of those exact rays hit Stephan as he slept. They slowly annoyed him until he was wide awake. Still lying on the ground, he was just thinking. There were more then eight hundred Centaurians within the busted, old walls. Out of that five hundred where male, three hundred plus female. From there the estimated amount of actual soilders were about six hundred. Stephan kept dividing in his head, lowering the number of people to choose from until there was only fifteen obvious choices. He had picked the relentless Centaurians, those who would do anything to live. Ferocious was also in the mix, he would need fearless people, ones who wouldn't fall under pressure.

   So after about an hour of lying ontop of the laid-out rug Stephan stood himself up. His four hooves straightened to a tip. With the sun now shining halfway to high he decided to put his plan in motion. Stephan wasn't scared for his life, like any other good kings, he was scared for his people. Showing that there was royalty still alive could end up with a mass amount of consequences and many Centaur casualties. Walking down the small three,stone steps, Stephan reached for his sword, only an arm's length away, and grabbed it.  Making sure it was sharp, so not to be too dulled, he wanted to kill his opponents swiftly, not simply graze them like cows.

  With his double handed blade held by his left hand Stephan made his way towards the two dishelved wooden doors. Clanking his way towards it he knew it was silent. Most where sleeping, that was because there was not an imminant threat from raids during the day than at the night, when vampires stalked the land, looking for prey. Looking at one of the stained glass windows Stephan looked at it's essence. It was a picture of man and Centaur, both together and in peace. Now the Centaurs were hunted, found, and sold off to the vampires as simple burdons.

  Now, with his right palm, held onto one of the wooden doors, his anger flared. Pushing the door out it brushed loudly away and did a one eighty, hitting the stone wall, and making a loud bang. Immediatly Stephan could here a cloud of hooved steps running towards him. Looking to his left Stephan saw his Mail Boy. As the boy turned a corner and pumped himself over ot his king he knelt and then quickly looked up, panting and waiting for a simple order.

" Yes sir. What do you wish? Is there anything of importance I must do?"

   Giving a small stare, acting seriously, Stephan barked his order." Yes! What a fool do you think I am! Go find Julius, Seracus, Zeran, Lionese, Senedes... Tell them to bring their three best men, the ones who hold no fear, can act fast, and will do anything to survive. Tell them to meet me in the armory. GO!" As the boy Centaur turned on his two hind hooves Stephan smiled and yelled his name again."  Zuerne, I'm not angry, just acting like my kingship is supposed. You will make a fine soldier when you grow to my age, maybe even better if you excell. Now you may leave." With Zuerne turning and galloping off Stephan could see part of the wide grin. The Centuar didn't really give to much props unto his other brothers and sisters, but this was in order, he tried to do a good deed to show his people he trusted them more than himself.

   Now Stephan took his turn opposite of his mail boy's, Zuerne's, turn. The amory was directly ahead of his position. It was two amories put together, giving extra storage space to keep stolen weapons, which the Centaurs stashed away. There was one guard there always at the front entrance that made sure only the authorized persons were allowed in. Mostly Centaurian soldiers could enter, the civilians could not. War was not their priority, it was their duty to scavange, farm, and kill prey for appropriate food to maintain the Centaurian population. 

 Heading there slowly, Stephan slightly galloped his way through the narrow ways. When he finally reached the doors to the Amory the guard immeadiatly recognized him and opened the door out of respect. Stephan didn't have to lift a muscle to motion for the guard to open the door and without a glance walked through the door and into the musty, weapon filled room.  Forgetting to mention something he walked out again and looked towards the guard. " Centaurian, go get two matrons to battle ready their men counterparts. I will watch the doors while you are away, you have my gratitude and trust." The guard quickly nodded to his higher ranking command and galloped off, his amor flinging and clanking together as he did.

   "He needs to fit his amor better...." Stephan grumbled, then turned to see twenty fit Centaurs running to him. As they neared they slowly stopped and were in line, ready to take orders. From behind rustled the small Zuerne, finally reaching Stephan, he looked at him bodly." Here they are, Julius, Seracus, Zeran, Lionese, and Senedes. All acounted for along with their three best men fit to what you were expecting. With that the Mail Boy was off, running to do some other set chores for the rest of his day. Watching him leave Stephan waved goodbye, he felt all the Centaurian children were his children, his to protect, so he was a second father figure, symbolizing the importance in unity between king and the rest of his people. Making sure Zuerne was gone Stephan turned back and nodded to his men hello. They responded with a small tilt and a nod as well, awaiting silently.

" Alright, some of you know why your here, others don't. To fill you in your are here for one reason. That is because I've been listening to our own people. They want to intervene in this world. Now we are strong, no longer weak like our former known selfs. WE love this contry. We believe in it like we believe in our children's grandchildren. So let's leave the bards to tell a story of how we brought this terrorist reign to the ground. Destroying it with our bare feet. So now we bring this unto ourselfs, dress for battle, we will get ourselfs some help, for their are four other kinds, negating the vampires three. We will override them with our might. Let's get ready, for now, for the future, to erase our selfish pasts."

  With that the twenty soldiers stepped into the Armory and gathered their armor, slipping it over their body and then gathering their varying swords, axes, lances, and most of all the bows. Stephan didn't ready himself until the two matrons came. Then he had them fit him with the royal amor of King Oreius. The plates had been cleaned, and now shined, every day. So as they nestled the chest plates over him he was surprised to see it perfectly fit. As they stuck a gentle burgundy cape, unto the shoulder plates, it covered his horseside. When they had finished he had steel plates all over his human body, which looked like that of a man. There were also steel plates around his legs(strapped at the back), covering them from damage, and Stephan's sides were protected by large plates, only giving enough room for a saddle, the rest was wrapped by straps at the bottom half of his horselike body. The whole ensamble was finished with a helmet, which covered everything but around his eyes and his mouth.

   When the matrons finished he gave them his gratitude, and then grabbed his weapons. Firstly he strapped his double handed sword, a richly steel, sharp pointed blade, onto his back. He put a steel shield, with the Serene Symbol, a big S with a man's head and the tail of a horse, onto his left horse hided side. With that he stuck a quiver near his right, about a full half arm away. As his quiver was loaded with fifteen arrows he needed his bow. So as expected he grabbed his white wooded bow, with hints of gold and cherry oak and put it over his right shoulder, right over his steel, metal shoulder plate.

Finished and his soldiers waiting outside, Stephan emerged. The sun blaring onto his amor and weapons. Everything was precisly made to perfection. Now, with his helmet covering his head, and only some of his long, flowing black hair, he and his contigment of soldiers made their way to the front gates. Zuerne appeared again staring at only the eyes, the only physical feature left to recognize the up and coming king. " Is there anything you want before you leave?" Stephan looked at him and then put his arm onto Zuerne's shoulder.

" One more thing. We have everything we need, food rations, blankets, and some extra weaponry on the two horses being dragged on behind us. Our weapons sharp and ready we need a Runner. Would you like to come with us and not be a Mail Boy anymore?"

Zuerne's eyes flashed brightly. " YES! I'll come. Thank you! Let met get some things, what should I bring?" The boy shouted in glorious joy. He was far to young to be a Runner, someone who relayed messages and escorted people around the known world, but he'd done good as a Mail Boy, following all orders correctly and timely without timidness.

Stephan looked at him again and responded." Yes, a sword from the armory, a shield, some amor and anything you'll need for the trip, hurry though." Waving the boy off Stephan took his time and slowed, slowing his vanguard in the process. As they strolled through the fall castle, clanking on the ground, they were upon the gates. As they stopped at the gates for their Runner, he quickly appeared. Slightly galloping and holding his items. When he reached the group he was panting but whispered kindly and childishly.

" Alright .....I'm...here.... We can.....go now....Thanks again sir."

  Without another glance Stephan took a gallop outside of the busted gates, with his group behind him Stephan knew he would gather forces strong enough to destroy the Vampires for good. There would be sins during these attempts, but those sins would end up in a righteous glory, one for the Centaurs to remember and remember with pride. Something in desperate need all across the land, and Stephan would spread it. Centaurs were back, and they wern't meaningless toys anymore.

As they came to a stop Eva got off the horse saying "Well it seems I've hitched a ride with a couple of outlaws not that I mind." smiling as she began chanting again a fire suddenly starting where Argon had sat some twigs. Chacha Zero followed Eva saying "Next time it's my turn to kill." sitting beside her. Looking at her and Selene Argon said "Ok I need answers from both you. What have I gotten myself into?" warming himself by the fire. Eva looked at Argon considering weather or not to tell him the truth. After a few seconds of a deliberation she decided that it couldn't hurt anything. Opening her mouth to take a breath she began to explain.

"As you can tell I'm not from here. Where I'm from I'm known as Evangeline A.K. McDowell the Undieing Mage. I'm among obvious points older than I look and more powerful than any of you could imagine. I'm a pure blood daywalker or in other words I'm a full blood vampire that can walk in the light without being hurt. It seems our friends are not so lucky. Personally I don't know much about this world or any of the factions so I'll need you to inform me of those and personally I'd like to know boy are you a fox type or a wolf type? You don't seem full blood of either one so I'm a little bit curious about that myself. As well as why you're riding with a pure blood vampire." finishing her explanation. Suddenly Chacha Zero tugged on her skirt and asked "Master are you going to explain me?" looking up at Eva. Nodding she said "Oh yes and this is Chacha Zero. She is my partner and servant. Careful around her she's alittle blood thirsty." laughing alittle.

Then sitting back against the rock Eva asked "So where are we off to tomorrow? I'd like you to at least try to answer some of my questions before I went to sleep tonight." resting her head on a soft smooth part of the rock. Looking at the two she asked "So are you going to answer my questions? It's only polite."

Selene looked at Argon nervously he gave her a shrug and so they began. "Ok my name is Selene Geminie of the house of Demitri. My father is part of the high Council. Most of my life I never took part in any of the rituals that my fellow Vampires did. I was never what you would call a true Vampire". Selene let out a sigh of regret as she painfully recalled her past yet again. "I once had a brother who wanted this slavery to stop but when the king found out they executed him." Selene got up and walked out side for a breath of air leaving Argon on his own.
He looked at the girl though he did not want to tell her anything he reluctantly spoke "As you know I am Argon my parentage is unknown to me I have no family. When I was 12 I soon realized that I was not like the other Lyncans I was some sort of Half breed. Obviously one of my parents must have been human so I am not fully Lyncan. This made me the weakling but instead at being good at my scenes I became a very skilled swordsmen instead." The girl was listening intently and her felt a bit more combatable now. "So recently I left my village to try to find out who my family was. But soon got chases by the kings guards and that is where I ran into Selene" as he said that he glanced over to Selene who seemed to be staring up at the sky. And Selene was doing just that.

"Why did you have to leave me" she said. The dark sky shadowed her face making it appear as if she had none. The Moon then came out her eyes shone in the light. She rested her self against a large bolder on the side of the cavern. "Why when I needed you the most". Her past was not a nice place to be. Most of the time she would desperately try to avoid the whole subject but no matter how she tried it always seemed to haunt her. A small wind past through her hair as she began to walk around the Caver. Her eyes were not set in front of her but above. Her mother had always said that she could always find her in the stars. Her gaze soon turned from the sky back to the woods. She almost could swear that she saw eyes staring back a her.

Argon now fully trusted Evangeline but not entirely. “So you have feelings for the girl know as Selene” she asked with a smile. Argon grew nervous and looked away “What do you mean feelings she is a good friend that’s all” Evangeline looked at his she could tell that he was lying and was going to make his admit his feelings for her one way or another. “Your words don’t deceive me but in due time you will see”. He looked at the girl and smiled.

A scream broke the silence it was Selene’s/ “Selene” Argon shouted and ran out of the cave. It was pith black and he could barely see his hand. “Selene where are you” he shouted there was no answer. He transformed into his wolf form unlike the others he did not appear as strong as the other Lyncans but he did not care. He smelled the air and could get ahold of her scent. As fast as he could he raced around the Cavern. By now his thought were on Selene and Selene alone nothing else mattered to him. He got the position where she was last and scanned his surroundings. His brown eyes piercing the forest. Argon stood to his feet his body turning from one direction to another “Selene where are you” he cried once again and like before there was no reply.
 
“You Idiot you should have know better to leave her out her alone. She is wanted felon of the Vampires! And it’s night you promised to keep her safe and now look what you did”. He shouted to himself in anger. Argon lashed his claws against a large oak, cutting it, clawing it unleashing all his ager on it. “What am I doing” he stopped and looked at himself his hands here full of scratches “I need to find Selene the longer I take the father away she gets. Eva stood behind him he smiled “Um sorry about that I um got anger issues”. He then was about to return back to the horses but suddenly his foot his something. “Ouch” he said and looked down. There was a metal object at his feet. “Oh no” he said “What, what is it” Eva said anxiously. Argon picked up the thing, it was a sword but not any sword it was Selene’s. The blade was stained with blood. He held it up to his nose and smelled the scent. He closed his eyes slowly then opened them. “Argon what is it”.

He let out a sigh of pain and dread “The blood on this blade it is” he forced the last words out of him “It’s Selene’s”. He lowered the sword and wiped it clean with his vest staining it terribly “What ever happened it must have been bad so bad that it caught Selene off guard and maybe even”. He stopped and could not bear to say the next words. A tear rolled down his right eye, he wiped it away. The Grief soon turned to anger “all right Evangeline you should go you own way. I don’t want you to get involved in any of this you already have done enough.” He then picked up his sword and put the fire out making it appear as if they were never there “I’m going to find Selene and whatever did this to her I’m going to kill with no mercy”. He was engulfed by rage but new that this was not the way to walk into any situation blinded my his feelings. He calmed himself down and looked over to Eva the look on her face said every thing. “All right new plan we find Selene and bring her back and if we're lucky well get to kill”.he then looked over at her little puppet who seemed to be happy abotu that. "Now" he thought "If only it would so easy".

The scouts had returned to the lycan base with their reports.  As it turned out, the silver mine was guarded by nearly one hundred vampires.  The area around the mine was patrolled by a group of fifty mounted vampiric warriors.  In addition, there was an enormous armory.  There were enough swords, armor, and supplies to take care of more than two hundred warriors.  Most importantly, the mine was operated by lycan slaves.  The lycans were better-suited for working the mine than centaurs, and their strength aided them greatly.  Outside the mine, centaurs served as beasts of burden by pulling large carts of silver, iron ore, and weapons from the blacksmith to the armory.  The gain of this raid balanced out the risk involved.

An hour later, the lycan base was alive with activity.  Hunters strapped on their light armor, picked up their bows, filled their quivers, and honed their swords.  Peter Greystoke walked through the base, inspecting the progress of his hunters.  At last, Peter walked over towards a large boulder and leaped up onto it.  Standing there in the moonlight, he looked at the numbers before him.  From all over the region, two hundred fierce lycan hunters had been assembled.  When the hunters looked up and saw their leader standing before them, they instantly gave him their attention.

"A great evil has taken this land...." Greystoke began.  "Creatures that were once FREE now live their lives in fear and in chains!  Tonight...... we TEAR those chains AWAY, and take BACK the freedom that was stolen from us so long ago!"  Drawing his sword, Peter raised it high as the moonlight shone down upon him.  When he did that, the lycans raised their hands and let out loud roars.  "This night, we FIGHT!  There is no WHIP which drives us!  There are no CHAINS which hold us back!  Tonight.... show them NO MERCY!"  Peter yelled.  Once again, the lycan hunters lifted their voices in a might roar, signaling their approval.

With that, they were off.  Racing through the complete darkness of the forest, the lycans could clearly see in the dark.  That night was different from most raids.  The lycans were all feeling much more ruthless and savage than before.  At the head of his hunters, Peter Greystoke raced quickly.  A gleam of hatred could be seen in his eyes.  His teeth were grit together and barred, almost as if he were growling.  Seeing their leader racing up ahead, the lycans received a major boost in morale.  While most of the hunters were running along the forest floor, some were leaping from tree-to-tree already in their full lycan form.

Suddenly, they were nearing the treeline.  Up ahead, there was a clearing where the mine was located, near the base of the mountain.  As the hunters all stopped, Peter placed his hand on the ground and felt the vibrations.  Sniffing the air, he was then able to immediately locate the patrol of mounted vampiric warriors.  Looking over to his lieutenant, Peter said in a low voice, "You know what to do....."

Instantly, the lieutenant took a detachment of fifty hunters and moved in the direction of the patrol.  The fifty hunters then transformed into full lycans and then began leaping from tree-to-tree.  When the riders were in range, the lycans leaped down from the trees and ambushed them.  The slashing of metal, the cries of vampires, the screams of horses, and the roaring of lycans could all be heard loud and clear.  Immediately, the vampires which guarded the mine were on alert, as were the slaves.  When the bloodshed was finished, the lieutenant raised his head and let out a deep howl, signaling to Peter that the cavalry was neutralized.

Greystoke then drew his sword, as did his lycan brethren.  With rage in his eyes, he then ordered his men to attack.  The multitude then charged out of the treeline.  As they ran towards the vampires, some of them did not wait to change into their lycan forms.  Instantly, the beasts leaped upon the vampires and tore them to shreds.  Peter took his mighty sword and began to bring down foes left and right.  Hacking, slashing, and stabbing with terrible ferocity, he was determined to make the creatures pay.  Three hundred years ago, they had slain his father, Malcolm Greystoke.  That night marked the three hundredth anniversary of his father's death, and Peter was determined to honor his father's legacy.

A vampire charge towards Peter with a sword.  The lycan stepped to the side, struck down down his attacker's blade, the decapitated the creature with a swift movement of his sword.  More and more vampires were pouring out of the mine.  A group of ten, armed with two swords each, began to rush into battle.  By their skill with a blade, they were obviously royal guards who had been dispatched to the mine for better protection.  One of them was striking down lycans all around him.  His armor had the markings of a captain on it.  Obviously, that vampire was the captain of the guard.  Peter and the vampire's eyes suddenly locked as they both began to move toward each other among the utter chaos, both striking down enemies in their path.

With a mighty clash of metal, their blades met.  The vampire's speed was nearly blinding.  Spinning around, the creature executed a devastating double-slashing attack.  While Peter was able to block the first, the second attack slashed his left arm.  As the blood flowed down from the wound, Greystoke refused to be hindered.  In a quick and powerful lunge, he attempted to impale the vampire.  However, the creature managed to dodge the attack, only suffering a minor flesh wound to its leg.

Just then, Peter's reflexes kicked in as he spun around and caught an arrow that came inches away from his face.  Up in a tower, another vampire with a crossbow had targeted the lycan lord.  As Greystoke turned to face his current opponent, the vampire's blades spun around once more.  In that instant, Peter had to react quickly.  Arching his back, the lycan leaned back.  The attack from the vampiric swordsman would have surely decapitated him.  However, due to Peter's quick reaction, the blade of the creature missed his throat and slashed the side of Greystoke's face instead.

Blood was now coming out of Peter's arm, face, and from other minor cuts on his body.  Still, he fought on, determined to bring this foe down.  Then, as the vampire spun around for another attack, Greystoke gripped his sword with two hands.  In a powerful swing, he managed to strike off the arm of the vampire.  Swinging his blade in the other direction, Peter then struck off the creature's other arm, leaving it maimed.  As the vampire fell to it's knees, Peter grabbed onto its neck with his left hand and looked down into the creature's eyes.  Without saying a word, Greystoke placed the tip of his sword under the creature's chin, then shoved it up through the creature's skull.

By then, the slaves had also risen.  Lycans were ripping the vampires apart, showing no mercy whatsoever.  While some vampires even begged, their begging was silences by the jaws of a lycan.  Peter then transformed as well.  As his claws savagely slashed and his teeth viciously snapped, he allowed the beast within to take over.  When the massacre was finished, Peter made his way to the top of the mine.  Standing up on his hind legs, he then let out a loud howl.  His lycan brethren joined him, lifting their voices as one.

Peter Greystoke then transformed back into his human form.  Making their way to each of the slaves, he and his hunters began to set them free.  The chains and collars were torn away as the slaves were finally given their freedom.  That night, the mine was taken, the armory was raided, and the slaves were set free.  Nearly all the slaves decided to join Greystoke's army.  In that one night, another three hundred lycans and a group of centaurs were added to the resistance.

Back at the camp, a large celebration took place.  The slaves were enjoying their freedom and the hunters were all celebrating.  With the large amounts of iron ore and silver, Greystoke's blacksmiths would begin making weapons and armor for the resistance in the morning.  As the celebration was taking place, Peter went high up into one of the tree dwellings high above.  As he gazed over the land, he eyes moved towards the East.... That was where the mighty fortress of the vampires laid.  That night, the resistance had been furthered greatly.  However, more importantly, Peter Greystoke had come one step closer towards his ultimate goal, to avenge his father and KILL Emperor Demetri Nostrovich.  The Blood Wars were not over yet.  They had just begun.....

Evangeline's face seemed unemotional as she picked up the sword of Geminie saying "So someone got Selene..." putting it on her back she continued "I thought I sensed another presence here. Oh well it's too late now. The best we can do is track her energy till we find her." looking back at Argon as he got on one of the horses. He motioned for her to get on the other one saying "You take the other. With my senses as a lycan we should be able to find her no problem." smiling at Evangeline hiding his anger. With a laugh Evangeline smiled saying "You just hold onto Chacha Zero and follow me. I'm taking the arial route!" her cape extending into a pair of vampire wings. Then with a quick push off the ground she was arial flying in the direction of Selene.

Argon quickly kicked the horse into a fast gallope surprised by how fast Evangeline was flying. Turning to her as she rode Chacha Zero riding in his lap he yelled to Evangeline "Hey! How about you let me hold onto Selene's sword while you fly? It must be weighing you down quite a bit!" turning to Argon Evangeline laughed saying "No actually it's not! Besides the Sword of Geminie would be absolutely useless to you! It's a magical sword and you really aren't high in the magic department. In my hands on the other hand it can be put to good use." pulling it off her back as she flew feeling the magic radiating off of it.

Finally they began to gain on whatever had captured Selene. As they got closer Evangeline could tell that it wasn't a vampire it was something else entirely. With the distance closing Chacha Zero smiled gripping her knifes saying "Now I get to have fun." an evident bloodlust coming off of her as she prepared to attack her new opponents.

  The twenty to Centaurs had passed into the woods rather quickly, the castle behind them becoming a speck and then all but dissappearing. As they passed through the deep underbrush, with leafs ruffling from their quick galloping. Stephan lead the group, his runner Zuerne beside him, looking towards him with admirition. The four captains were behind the two, lined side by side, three rows of their best Centaurian warriors behind them. All in all the group was organized. Looking past the underbrush and the suns ray's, which gleamed on them like an all protecting god, Stephan and company new their stop. It had been watched Just outside, off the way from the forest, was a concentration camp.

  Stephan had his espionage group watch the camp for awhile. Sadly the only thing they had returned back  with ,was that of moaning, groaning, and the smell of death. Sickness and pain had rumbled in his mind when he heard of that months ago. The worst part was simple, it wasn't vampires commiting these atrocious findings, above all it was their human slaves. Those greedy goveners which only yielded to the worthless, night walking fiends out of fear. Even with that gazing truth he wasn't going to give them a free "pass" card and just let it go by, he was going to strike hard and fast.

  When they finally got past the outskirts of the forest, and the camp was visable, Stephan and his group hid behind bushes and deep concentrated underbrush. All they while they honed their swords, readied their bows, and nervously glanced over to witness the day time happenings. They watched the Lycans, Centaurs, and even some renegade humans lift and move objects, only to be whipped by soldiers when they moved " to slow" out of the gruesome tiredness. Stephan's face had grown deathly pale as he watched, anger boiling in his face, he knew that they would need to strike before the darkness. The vampires were only a minute away, sleeping in their chambers like drunk bar patrons. Just waiting for the darkness to let them suck the blood out of any living being with a pulse.

    As the sun began to fall he made his move. Looking over his right shoulder, Stephan motioned for two of his captains, Julius and Zeran, to move their men directly around the trees and form together to attack from that position. Then he looked over his left shoulder. With another motion of his index finger to go left, Stephan pointed towards Seracus and Lionese to move to the chosen position. As the one group folded into three Stephan looked back to his last captain, Senedes. She was eagerly ready to get into battle, the rest of the vanguard already in postion to move.

  " Senedes, your with me, we attack from the front, easy and swift we'll surround them, the only thing behind them is trees, and we'll hunt them while they attempt to slowly retreat," with Senedes nodding silently, still observing the what was soon to be the battlefield, Stephan looked to his Runner and continued his low toned orders," Zuerne, you stay here and make sure that the people we don't get are striked without hesitation by your bow. Right here is where it matters. Don't waste your life because you didn't shoot one arrow."

  As Zuerne took out his bow and took an arrow from his quiver hastily, Stephan took his own and took out three. Aiming them in three different angles he held the old-time bow like a crossbow, horizontally holding the front with his left hand and pulling the very acquainted bowstring with his right middle finger. With that he sent out a thunderous battle roar, yelling and screaming like a wild, rabbid dog. Then he galloped out of his hiding place, exposing himself to the camp's guards. Immediatly behind him rushed Senedes and her small contingment of Centaurs with their bows at the ready.

 Chaos started as the human guards looked confused at the organized Centaur attack. For the slaves their eye's glinted, they rose up and striked their captors. Blocking off any escape, the guards were cornered, as Julius, Zeran, Seracus, and Lionese appeared, they all were at eachother's backs. Trying to fight off the attack some of the humans had taken out bows, aiming shakily towards the oncoming Centaurs. As the flurry rained down on them Stephan could see his centaurs fearless, but they were being shot down, some of his vangaurd had been hit, letting off some arrows before falling onto the ground. With his numbers dwindling Stephan let out his first volley of arrows. Letting go the the string the accurate arrows were let free.

  His arrows hit true, one hitting a human's eye, cutting through it and hitting the brain, killing the man instantly. Another one of Stephan's blows hit a guys wrist, slicing through it and clipping onto anothers chest, injuring one and killing the other. His last arrow hit severly true, hitting one human's armor and ricocheting into a Lycan slaves palm. Quickly reacting Stephan took another arrow out and this time aimed towards the survivor of his last attack, then he aimed and hit the man, who was screaming, his mouth wide. That gave a large enough gap for the arrow to slice by his lips and into the back of his head, lodging itself and killing him, blood pouring out of his mouth.

 As that man fell Stephan hastily took a left turn. Being to close to let out another volley he was blind sided and hit by a sword from the side. It needlessly sliced his amor, leaving a large crack, but he could feel his horselike body in unbearable pain. Looking over to see his attacker he witnessed the scared face of a human, short and scrawny he looked up and beholded Stephan, his sword held shakily in his hand. Stephan grumbled under his breath, quickly narrowed his eyes left and grabbed the sword from the human's hand with his right, his bow in his left.

   Then he pointed the tip of the blade towards the scrawny, weak man. " Go...Before I change my mind...Run, my soldiers won't give you as much of a leeway as I am."

  As the man started to run, throwing and unstrapping his armor as he ran, he never glanced back.Then he was gone, the trees engulfing him in shadows. Stephan looked away and back to the battle at hand and talked to himself." I'm gonna regret that..." As fast as it had started it had ended. Thirty guards were dead, ten captured, and one was gone, which Stephan had let free. The only problem was the camp's director, he was missing, Stephan thought he knew where he was but wanted to go alone. The atrocities he was to commit in a few moments would enlighten him, give him a sense of closer for those who punished everyone but themselfs. As the centaurian vanguard gathered around him, Stephan new some couldn't make it a few simple steps.

  " Alright, Julius, Zeran, Seracus, Lionese, and Senedes, I want a full report. Help people with injuries, including the enemies, gather the slaves, and get Zuerne over near where I came from. Also gather the weapons stashes, these slaves didn't work for nothing. Count casualties. I have some buisness to do." As he waved the captain's away to their job he grabbed the Lycan slave injured by his own arrow. Then he took a deep breath and folded his attention to the man.

  " Are you alright? My arrow, hit you hard in the hand..."

  The Lycan responded with an amused smile." Alright, this is nothing compared to the punishment that amounted on my body to those caniving animals. Don't worry about me Centaur, I'm glad you came, surprised but glad." Then the Lycan took the arrow and tugged on it. The whole arrow erupted from his palm and was freed. Stephan grimaced for a instant flicker of  a moment but noticed the Lycan's wound slowly heal. Still eyeing the hand Stephan continued" Alright, I need to know where the Vampires sleep. I also need a couple of lit torches." The slave nodded in assurance and then motioned for Stephan to follow closly behind.

  They walked through the camp, now battered and beaten from the Centaurian raid. The walk shortly ended infront of a small wooden building, it looked like a slaves den but alittle out of place as it was alone, no other structures surrounding it. The Lycan put his hands onto the door and pushed it, ajoining it straight as it had been bended. As the door was pushed in and open it revealed a neatly lit room, lighted by a assortment of candles and torches. A staircase was in the middle, it spiraled down into a black pit. There was no noise, that silence deafened Stephan for a minute.
 
Looking down towards the bottom of the staircase Stephan murmered to the Lycan." Is that where they sleep?"

 Still silent the Lycan nodded," Yes, that's it." With that he picked up two torches and handed them too Stephan. Being bundled into the area, Stephan grabbed the torches. Half of his horse body sticking out the door way and into the air. Without a word Stephan dropped the two torches down. Immediatly they lit up a bundle of straw, illuminating the stairway to reveal a mass amount of doors, all wooden. " Holy........ This is a vampire infestation, not a verman problem. How many are down there?" The Lycan's face drew white and he looked towards Stephan." Um.. Well..I would guess about two hundred. We as slaves were inside during the night but we could here their blood thirsty gurtles as they circled around the camp. Searching for people who attempted to escape, sucking their blood until their body was dry.

  Before he could respond Stephan heard a scream from the bottom floor. That's the man I was looking for. Look likes he's dead now. Now these Vampires need to be next." Without hesitation  Stephan took his bow and some arrows out of his quiver stationed beside him. Then he lit them up with the candles flames and fired them off towards the doors. After his quiver was empty Stephan took candles and launched them towards the staircase. He held one for himself and looked at the Lycan. " We need to go before these guys wake up. They all are not gonna be burned alive." Backing out of the door and into the air Stephan waited for the Lycan. " Go with the others." With the Lycan walking away Stephan threw the candle up in the air, lighting up the roof with flames and causing the building to become a giant bond fire.

   Slinging his bow over his shoulder, and over his shoulder plate, Stephan wiped his hands satisfied." One more wench killed......" With a smile he slowly galloped to the commanders he had left only about thirty minutes ago. " Report," He said as an order towards his captains. Seracus stood forth on his horselike legs." Sir Stephan. Two of our men were badly wounded, one shot in the lower abdomen causing him pain while moving, and the other was shot repeatedly in the right arm, so it is severly severed. Other than that one of our men were killed. One of Lionese' men were killed during the fray, shot in the leg and fumbling on himself until he broke his neck. We have ten captured soldiers, thirty dead. As for slaves, there are an estimated one hundred and fifty. Seventy being Centaurs, sixty Lycans, and a short amount of humans, only about twenty assorted criminals. Most of the Lycans are talking of leaving, someone called Peter Greystroke has his own resistence...one known. The stashes here are suprisingly small. These slaves were working on silver mines and primarily farming for hours a day with nor rest nor food. That's about the full overview."

 Stephan frowned abit and looked up." Peter Greystroke.....Hmm... His name, his last name. It reminds me of someone....I got it. Malcolm Greystroke. At the time of King Oreius there was a Lycan king called Malcolm Greystroke. He was killed like our king. I didn't know their was an heir out there. That is a true wonder. Two people rightly allowed to take control of their individual kingdoms after their family, or king, was killed. Simply amazing. As for them leaving, we need all we can gather. I'll talk to them." With that Stephan walked off, the Lycan named Peter ringing in his head. Someone he knew would be trustful in the future. With that on his mind he gathered atop a small hill, with the slaves staring into his eyes, Stephan gulped and began to talk.

   " Okay... I realize some of you want to leave to Peter Greystroke's resistence. Stay with us, we save you, we will care for you. That I promise. If you still don't believe me then I promise when the fight is brought to the those vampire b!tches you will get your revenge, see Peter and will be fighting for the same goal. WE might not be Lycans nor Humans but we have our values. It's because of our trust my kind's king was killed because of this. Now we are "burdons." Would you like that , would you like for your supposed friends to tell you that your a simple burdon, who should be treated like parchment, crumpled and thrown away!?!?!Do you! Fight with me, fight with the burdons, the outkasts, the underdogs. We might not be what you were expecting...but did you expect to be a slave? Your lucky.....I've lived my life knowing that I would die....knowing that was the truth. No one lives forever..... So the one thing I will ask for out of my personal respect is stay with us.....fight with us.."

  He didn't even look at them. Stephan simply walked off, angered that he had to beg for someone to fight for freedom. After walking around silently for an hour, the sun almost down, Zuerne appeared for the first time since the battle. " Stephan, everyone will stay. They'd rather fight with warrors then try to fend off the vampires in darkness. Your speech worked." Stephan looked towards Zuerne and spoke sarcastically. " Did I?" Zuerne looked at Stephan and shook his head up and down like a bobble head. Stephan was alittle annoyed and in exasperation he said. " Be gone..." Walking alittle bit more to enjoy the quite to think he knew his next plan. Then he turned on his heel and back to where the slaves and his vanguard were.

   When he reached the group he looked up and spoke loudly. " Alright, next we move to liberate the rest of these camps... The more people the better." Looking around his eyes fell on Zuerne." Zuerne, tell the people at the castle what we plan to do. Stay there and we'll come back when we're stronger." Then Stephan looked back towards the slaves and warriors he had now under his command. " Alright, take the horses and carts. We need a l arge amount of supplies, which are here. That means weapons, food, clothing, the whole nine. We leave in an hour. Get a move on." His voice ended with a fierce tone, he wasn't going to beg anymore. He was going to set free slaves and leave. If they chose to follow fine with him, if they didn't he hoped they survived. 

  Stephan had finally reached his ultimatum and had reached his revolution in the process. That was his plan.

Grigori rolled over, tossed in his sleep... His short charcoal grey hair was matted with sweat, and he made small sounds sounding like whimpers and moans. He rolled and rolled, and a small young elven boy watched him the whole time, a look of curious misunderstanding in his mischeivous eyes. Grigori sat up quickly, breathing heavily, a pant of fear and knowledge: The vampires were coming for the elves, and that was it. He wiped his matted hair out of his eyes with one powerful hand and only then noticed the young boy.

"Aaye!" He spoke to the child, Elven for Greetings. He did not recognize the young boy, but his emerald eyes and wonderfully sculpted face showed he was of noble birth, easily. The child, at most eighty years of age, still studied Grigori with those intent eyes, and Grigori was unnerved. The boy spoke finally, and with such a tone of authority that he wouldn't be surprised if he was Page Prince to the Queen herself.

"Aredhel." Noble-elf. The boy spoke the word not as a question, but as a statement. He continued. "Ayundil, the queen herself has requested you come with me. I bade you come with help in your heart, for you will be granted glory beyond your wildest dreams. Do you accept?" Grigori hadn't heard his true name in so long he thought the boy was addressing someone else. He realized what was asked, and stared at the boy, so imperial, so... Perfect. He raised his eyebrows, which disappeared into his uncharacteristically short hair.

"Uma." Yes. "I will need time to bathe and get ready to leave, but I shall leave with you in that time. Please leave me to do so, and I shall meet you in the open chamber..." He waited for a name.

"Aldien." The boy gave his name. Ayundil nodded and addressed him properly. "Arme'Aldien." Royal Aldien. The bow nodded imperiously and exited with a grace that exceeded his years. Ayundil walked over to the stream at the edge of his cavern, and peered into the shimmering silver water, and his reflexion gazed back.

His charcoal eyes stared out of sockets sunken with stress and lack of sleep, while his forehead shone with the sweat and muck of the weary road. His matted, gross hair was pushed back and was comically vertical on his head, and for a moment, he realized how disheveled he must have seemed to the royal prince. Shaking his head, he slipped out of his waima and into the water, reveling in the heat the water had. He swam for a moment before getting to business. Hurriedly scrubbing every inch of his body, Ayundil washed and then slipped out of the warm water. The grime was washed away in an instant. He slipped on his best waima, a forest green robe of rippling silk. He set his headband of eagle feather over his forehead, and slipped his bow, Romen Cu, meaning Sunrise Bow, over his shoulder and grabbed his twin short swords, Aina'megil (Holy Sword) and Amarth Megil (Doom Sword), slipping each into the jeweled scabbard set in his pea-green sash. He walked barefoot out to the common-cave, and found what he'd expected, Arme'Aldien surrounded by eager elves, hoping to be noticed by royalty. He stood passively in the center of their circle, waiting for Ayundil wordlessly.

"Desiel." Ready. Nodding, Aldien spun and glided out of the cave, while Ayundil followed, suspicious gazes and anxious swords aimed at his back. He didn't glance back, but walked from the cave in dignity. As he caught up to the young prince, he held out the reins to a caramel horse, whose name he didn't offer. Ayundil swung into the saddle without further ado, and he felt the power under his legs. This steed would see him to the Queen. As the two began to trot off, Ayundil on his caramel horse and Aldien on his midnight black warhorse, Aldien began to speak, and Ayundil was again amazed by his silky, imperious voice.

"Eldamar, the city of my mother, was raided last night by vampires from an unknown clan. We lost thirty citizens and my sister in the raid." He turned his emerald eyes onto Ayundil, and he could feel the power radiating from this... this child. His eyes found Ayundil's, and he locked them for a moment, and Ayundil knew his mission. He would be in charge of bringing down the Vampire King. A crushing realization rushed over him, and he began to speak, but was silenced, rudely, bu Aldien.

"Dinu!" His eyes seemed to burn with passion. "It is my mother's job to tell you the specifics, and I will not take that right from her." As he spoke, he drew a spear from his warhorse's side, and its blackwood handle seemed to hum. The tip was ornately carved with Elven prayers, and Aldien offered it to Ayundil. "This is Din-ehta, the Silencer. This is the spear you will use to defeat the Lord, and I expect it back afterwards." He notices the ornate shortsword scabbards and shakes his head. "Use those on any but the Lord. You will need Din-ehta." At this time, they drew close to Eldamar, and they dismounted and walked into the city. Around him, a city of tree-living elves hustled and went about their business, some not bothering to notice two hooded elves, other watching intently. The grace of Aldien's stride belied his true identity, and they were not stopped. As they reached the palace, a massive hollow oak tree with twisting limbs.

"This is it, Aredhel. Enter with me. We have business." And Aldien led the way.

Demetri sat silently as his son tucked into the fresh deer meat they had bought from the market, He had taken a plate up to the still slumbering Surreal in hopes that her appetite would resurfaces when she awoke, A crashing thud followed by four very fast knocks on the front door, broke him from his trance. Pulling himself up he sighed moving to the door, It was late, the stars where high and the moon had sought refuges behind a small group of tree to the south of the village. Pulling open the door he was met by a young face, the boys green eyes where full of worry and his cheeks where pinched red by the night frost. “You must come fast, there is a fight at the tavern, Two guards have been killed” Demetri turned his back to the brown haired boy and shouted to Jimmy “Son Im going to the Tavern keep an eye on Surreal till I get back”. With out waiting for the boy to lead he pushed past him and headed down the dark streets, he twisted and turned, Knowing the village like the back of his hand made the darkness no burden to him. He saw the lights of the tavern just ahead and slowed his pace to hear the voices with in, There was at least four villagers, Thomas and Joe where there too. Walking in he saw the scene before him, the two guards cut down, The Stranger standing over him and the locals screaming at him for his actions.

“Enough” Demetri’s voice bellowed round the tavern, the villagers stopped in and instant, He could tell from the strangers stance that he would have killed them all, perhaps Thomas and Joe would have given him some trouble, they where both former men of the 5 legions and where once under his command. “Thomas, Joe bring round two empty ale barrels and move the bodies to the edge of town, remove their belongings and cut them so it looks like bandits.” Kneeling down he smiled at the young girl and cleared the thick blood that now covered her face. Her blue eyes where filled with fear “Its okay now, listen to my voice and focus on me” she had drifted off to some distant place her mind not wanting to deal with what had just happened. “Julie do you know who I am” her head snapped back and she looked at him and slowly spoke “you….r Jimmy’s dad.”, “That’s right, now Mr Shaper is going to take you home” A man stood from the bar and moved to her side and offered a hand “On you go” she took his hand and he nodded to Demetri as he left. Thomas and Joe had already removed the bodies and where on their way to the outside of town. Turning Demetri smiled at the stranger and then looked to the rest of the men “You should be ashamed of yourself, How dare you treat a man who merely whished to help, Would you have treated me like this “they all looked down “Buy him a beer and been done with you all.” He walked over to the stranger and offered a hand. “My Name is Demetri, Please forgive the actions of my friends, some times we forget ourselves in these dark days, I know Julie, The small girl will thank you when she can. If you wish for a chance to talk then I will be found at the blacksmiths in the morning” Demetri turned and began to walk out as Thomas and Joe returned “Sir it is done” Demetri nodded and pointed at two ales that sat at the end of the bar “Then drink up you have worked hard for it”.

He left the taverns dull light and walked into the darkness again, He had protected the village for many years now, preventing the vampires from taking out their wrath on them. He was once the commander of the 5 legion of the north, His sword was crafted by a high elf who bestowed a great magic on it, his last day in battle was when his sword broke in two, It is said that the day his true love died is the day his sword broke, That was the day his wife died brining Jimmy into the world. He alone had killed over two thousand vampires during the wars hence the name he was given, The Fang. But times have changed and he now had nothing he wanted more then to protect his son from harm and this was not a battle he could do by lifting a sword. Returning to the house he found Jimmy sitting in front of the fire, sleeping walking over he took the seat behind his son and smiled as he watched the boy dream.  

Selene’s eyes shot opens as she stared at the ceiling. It was cold and dark the air was stuffy and there was a presence some where. She then felt a stabbing pain in her side. Placing her hand on the pain her hand became wet. She lifted it to her face the wetness was blood. Fear came over Selene as she recalled what had happened. The last thing she remembered was seeing a shadow like creature with a large sword. After that is all went black and she awoke here. The floor was hard and she moved her hand up and down. She felt a wall and attempted to pull herself up. The pain was nothing she had ever felt before. Finally she got to her feet now leaning on the wall. Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, she was in a cave but the thing that put her there was not facility at least for now.

Argon jumped on his horse and galloped at full speed. Above him flew the Vampire Eva her black wings blocking the moon. “Don’t worry Selene I’m coming” he said. He was angry at himself for leaving her alone when he new that these woods were not safe. He new it better than any one he spent many years here. Hunting with his pack he new this land and he also knew the evil that dwelt there. It was a Dark spirit he had many names but the one that he knew best was Shieol. It’s origin was unknown it was a creature of its own. It’s appearance was the type of a ghostly figure. It hovered above there ground casting a shadow of death. None had ever battle with it and returned the same. For the creature would not kill its victim but use then as a host to complete it’s desire. And all that it would posses would be forever marked by darkness. Most previous hosts would go insane or even mutate and he had seen this happen. He was annoyed but mostly because Eva would not let him hold Selene’s sword. “I am her friend who dose she think she is, to assume that I don’t have the magical powers to use it. But inside him he new she was right he was just an outcast. He could not even protect his friend from the dangers of this place he was not ready for leadership and that was the fact. Dispatch

Selene made her way through the dark tunnel keeping close to the walls. They went from hard and stony to wet and slimy. She had stopped bleeding but the pain was still there. “I need to get out of here some how”. Selene had lost all her bearings and had no idea where she was. This cave appeared to go on for miles on end. She could see some sort of dim light up ahead. Giving her a scene of hope she sped up. Finally she was able to see where the light was coming from. It was a large area that was filled with emptiness. And the light that she had seen was a small fire that was set in the middle of the vast place. Placed in front of her was a stone table with ancient markings on it. Cautiously she walked toward it. She touched the surface of it and felt a scene of evil that surrounded it. “So you have finally awoken from your slumber” a dark rough voice said. Selene did not move she was petrified. She swallowed hard and spoke ‘What do you want with me” she asked. “You are the daughter of Geminie are you not” she did not know what to say “How do you know that”. She kept her face looking at the wall making sure to make no eye contact with it. “The power which you posses I want”. Selene turned her head and looked at the creature “What power”. She could not see his face only his yellow eyes. That seemed to scan her. He walked toward her as he did she kept the same distance “What do you want with me” she demanded “I want you power and to do that I need you body”. She reached for her belt but her sword was not there “Where is it” Selene shouted at it “Do not worry it will be here shortly” “What do you mean soon how could you know that”. Selene was now getting nervous and felt as if she was being consumed by this creature. “Your friends are coming to save you but sadly they will already be to late.”

Argon and Eva came to a large gorge and was unable to see the bottom. “Ok my scenes tell me that she’s somewhere down there.” he paused and looked at the girl who did not seem to be showing any emotions toward this situation “Ok you keep watch I need to do this alone” “Why” she questioned “Because this creature is unlike any thing before it is a daemon of darkness. I have a score to settle with this thing and I am going to do it. Now thought this is only a single creature it can manipulate matter and time itself.” He paused and he tried to be carful of what he said next. “It can create others creatures of darkness if threatened. So I suspect that he has his forces guarding him. I’ll need you to make a distraction using your powers and give me the sword.” The girl looked at him in curiosity “Why do you want o sword” “Because it may be the only thing to bring Selene back. Now I can tell you two like to kill and that’s why I need you to take down the hordes of dark beasts”. The two them made their way down into the dark gorge. Slowly but as surly they climbed to ward the bottom. Argon new that there was a possibility that it would already be to late for Selene but he would not accept it.

Eva looked at Argon saying "Fool if you go against that thing by yourself you're sure to be killed. This is my specialty so just stand back and watch a true magi at work." tossing him the sword continuing "If you really want the thing then take it. I don't need it just do what you have to do." turning to Chacha Zero she said "You take care of all the fodder out here this should only take a few minutes." Chacha Zero nodding as she smiled saying "Now I get to have fun." several monsters appearing behind them. Then with a quick motion Chacha Zero removed the beasts heads smiling as she did it.

Heading deeper into the gorge Argon suddenly noticed he was alone as he heard Eva's voice say "See you at the battlefield. I'll launch a pre-emptive strike just to make sure that it can't possess her." the voice disappearing into the darkness. As the demon said to Selene "Your friends are coming to save you but sadly they'll already be too late." a hand suddenly shot up and grabbed it's arm saying "They're already here." a pair of red eyes peering at the demon from the darkness as another hand hit it in the face with a punch charged with magic launching it across the room. Then as it flew Evangeline came from the shadow chanting "Lic lac la lac lilac fourteen ice spirits gather and rip my enemy apart!" sharp pieces of ice gathering around Evangeline. Finally as she finished chanting the ice flew at the demon at massive speed.

Turning to Selene she asked "Are you alright?" turning back to the demon Evangeline smiled saying "Alright weakling now let's have some fun while we wait for Argon to get here with the Sword of Geminie. After this you will know what a real vampiric magi can do." cracking her fingers as the light from the fire reflected off her black polished sharp fingernails.

Argon climbed down the gorge. He was a bit annoyed at the Vampire, himself and the whole situation. He new this was selfish but he wanted to save Selene though it would make no difference. But to him it did.  “Great I’m left her with a sword that I don’t know how to use and probably when I pitch up every thing will be over.” He got to ground and looked at the majestic sword. It shone in the moon light reflecting a bluish glow. “Man wonders where she got this from”. He placed it in his sheath and walked to wart the entrance of the large cave.  “As I said I am so late”.

Selene watched as Evangeline battled the demonic creature but though she was being rescued her thoughts were on Argon “Where is he” at that moment she heard some one coming through the tunnel. She placed herself against the wall and waited for what ever it was to come into view. When it did she turned her body and kicked it “Hay watch it” Argon whispered “Argon what took you so long” “Well I and to climb down a gorge take down the patrols and thanks for the patience” he said dramatically. She smiled and patted his back “Don’t worry about it” she said. Argon pulled the sword from his sheath “Um here’s the sword of Geminie”. He then shrugged “It’s uh better in your hands that mine anyway”. Selene reached for the sword tightening her grip around it. Selene’s eyes stared at it not straying from it. “Uh Selene”. She looked at him but then turned her glance over to Eva who seemed to have every thing under control.  “I’m ok we should” and before she could finish she disappeared. Argon stood there in awe not knowing what just happened “Oh no this is not happening not again” he said getting louder with each word. “Oh no, no, no” he said as he began to run out of the cave “I just found her now she’s gone again”. His stopped when he reached the entrance of the large cave he smelled the air but could not locate a scent.  He turned his head back toward the cavern hearing the battle continuing between the two.  “Selene you are so dead when I fine you”.

But she was already. From what she could see she was somewhere close to home and that was the last place she wanted to be. “What in the world” she said to herself. In front of her was the large wall of her once mighty home.  She looked up at the large stone walls that extended for miles on end. “Great I am trying to get away from this place not closer.”  She could hear the moan of what sounded as slaves. She quickly made her way around the gargantuan walls. Pushing her back up against the cold slick walls. “Move it you dogs”. She peered her head around the corner and was shocked at what she saw.  There were what appeared adolescent youth that were being forced through the castle walls. Between the ages of about 14-18 as far as she could tell. Watching them were the vampire guards of Lord Demitri. Anger washed over her like a wave. She tightened her fist and clenched her teeth. Though she was young  she was not about to head back to Argon not before she saved these youths.

 “Ok I need a plan and fast”. The prisoners were tied up with chains of steel the Lyncans though were chained with silver. There was about 3 Lyncans, 2 elves and 3 Centaurs.  With out warning a hand wrapped around her mouth.  She quickly turned around and saw another Centaur. “Who are you” Selene whispered “My name is Tupul and yours” he looked at her in suspicion “Selene” there was a gap of silence between the two. “Why are you here” she inquired “To save my brethren” he strongly stated.  “Then we have something in common do you have a plan”. He glanced over to the slaves and then back to her “What are you” he said as he raised his right brow. Selene looked at him and sighed “I am a vampire” she looked down.

Tupul was shocked and quickly used all four feet to step back “You are one of them” he said trying not to shout. She continued looking at the ground “Yes and I am ashamed at what my people have done and intend to stop it not matter what” “You are willing to betray you own kind?” he asked. She turned her gaze from the floor back to him and as sincerely as she could she answered “Even if I have to sacrifice my life I will end this war, but I can not do it alone. I had a companion Argon and we were heading to find the area where Lord Peter Greystoke and his army are.” “I to and my brethren were heading to that same place but instead we were caught and captured by the vampires”. 
“Get up you filthy creature” a Vampire shouted to one of the Centaurs he began to whip him with no mercy. Selene could see the rage in Tupul eyes and new he would wait no longer before intervening.  “All right then we move now” she picked up her sword and so did Tupul “You sure you know what you are doing. To tell the truth Selene did not know “we cant fight these things her were are to close to the castle more guards will be coming the moment they see trouble. And the two of us stand no chance of fighting off that horde over there” looked at the vampires surrounding the slaves “But if us combined with my brethren and the remaining salves we can take them” “So it is settled try to free as may as you can before fully engaging”. The two agreed and new that there was a possibility that they would not survive this encounter.

Argon and Selene had finished up at that Caverns and now were still looking for Selene. Eva seemed to not be worried “Why aren’t you nervous Selene is gone and we have no Idea where or how she left” Eva looked over at Argon and smiled “It was her sword it is magic it teleported her to the castle from which her journey began” “So wait” he looked at her “You telling me she back home at Dmitri’s castle!”. Eva retained her composure and answered “Yes she is” “Great what else could happen”. Then at that very moment Argon found himself by the Castle wall. He looked over at Eva who was smiling. She had teleported then close to Selene’s location. A few feet infront of them they could see Selene and another person a Centaur "Tupul" Argon wispered. In the distence he could hear the crys of the slaves. He saw that the two were ready for battle and s was he.

Turning to Argon Evangeline said "Well it looks like we arrived at a good time." smiling wide as she cracked her fingers saying "Argon we're gonna go help Selene and the centaur fight whoever. You ready?" Argon nodded saying "Ya. Let's do this." Chacha Zero smiled saying "More fodder to kill eigh Master?" looking forward intently. Looking back down at her Evangeline said "Ya and we might be able to gain some valuble resources and information while we're here." awaiting the battle soon to come. Finally with a quick breath Argon stepped forward saying "Alright. Let's do this." signaling the sign to charge.

As he stepped forward Eva took flight again levitating as Chacha Zero and Argon followed behind her. Stopping beside Selene and the centaur she said "Well it seems like you two could use some help. Let me be a hand." smiling wide as Tupur charged the slave driver. With a quick slash of his sword the vampire feel in two yelling "What the hell?!" several other vampires coming to his aid as they heard the scream. Seeing the new enemies Selene gripped her sword as she swung it hard slicing one of them in two as the other one charged her taking advantage of the opening left by her slice. Suddenly it found it's head cleaved in two by Argon's sword as he said "I won't let anyone hurt Selene! Not anymore!" taking a defensive stance by her side. Laughing Evangeline said "I knew you two liked eachother!" cocking her head back as she laughed.

With Evangeline's laugh more guards showed up yelling into the castle "There are intruders in the castle who have acquisitioned the help of Selene and the slaves! Send reinforcements on the double! Everyone available!" three more coming down as the castle began to tremble with the movement of soldiers. Argon scowled as he said "Ah great! Now the whole castle army's gonna be after us!" feeling the trembling earth beneath his feet. Evangeline smiled saying "Argon. You, Selene, and the centaur start freeing the slaves and prepare to get out of here. Me and Chacha Zero will take care of the soldiers here." turning to the gate from which the guards where coming. As they approached Chacha Zero said unemotionally "So many victims, so little time." smiling wide. Then as she saw them Evangeline began chanting "Lic lac la lac lilac, come water, dark spirits!! Darkness obey a blizzard, ice and snow of the night. Blizzard of Darkness." a powerful blast of water, ice, and darkness all compressed into one slammed into the on coming soldiers as Chacha Zero charged with her knifes into the disorientated troops slicing off several of their heads.

Argon let out a cry and the battle had begun. Though there were only 20 Vampires Argon felt like a worrier. He transformed into his wolf form and started to tear the Vampires apart. Mercy was not option, kindness was not even a thought. Grabbing one of the Vampires by the neck he looked into his eyes “You daemon of the night” and snapped his neck.

 Argon then turned his head and saw that Selene was watching he dropped the lifeless body and smiled nervously. “Um no offence”  “None Taken” she shouted. Argon continued his rage but did his best to keep a close eye on Selene. He was not ready to loose her again well at least if she was to get lost he would be with her. Argon then saw a Vampire about to drive his sword into Selene’s back. He quickly snapped into action “I won’t let you hurt Selene not again” he shouted and ripped the man appear. Selene quickly turned around and looked at Argon who by this time could do nothing but start back at those blue orbs. He observed that her eyes had changed colure and he like it. “Thanks” she said “Yah” with that he continued to battle”.

Tupul held his two sided sword tightly and wile rotating it her galloped toward the slaves. With one swift cut the chains were broken. “You are free my brethren do what you wish” he shouted in a majestic voice. He was 18 years of age and was tired of always being forced to run by these things. They had forced his family into exile and now it was his turn.  A new horde arose from the castle gate. Moving his sword from one had to another he raced toward them. “In the name of the great one” she shouted and engaged them.

Selene was amazed at what they were doing. She was taking art in battle which she had never done. Though this battle would not do much for the war it did for her. Raising her sword high above her she then plunged it into the ground with all her might. The impact disorientated then and she took the opportunity. Swiftly she decapitated four and the rest she sliced their sides. Blood stained her from head to toe. She tied back her hair and continued fighting.  She looked over toward the castle. They were out numbered and if they did not escape now they would be surrounded.  Selene then ran over to Tupul “We need to get out of here now” he looked at her, wile nodding his head her said “I have freed the remaining slaved we may go”.  Standing tall he bellowed “We have done all we can my friends for now, but trust me this will not be the end.” Selene smiled she could tell that Tupul was a very courage’s man.

Argon looked over to Selene he had heard what Tupul had said and urged the remaining people to follow him wile he would remain here with Selene. Running over to her he spoke “We need to go” she glanced at him “Tupul will lead the remain frighteners away, You and I need to keep the rest of the vampires occupied so Tupul is not followed.” Argon grabbed Selene’s hand and held it tightly “I will not let you stay here you go me and Eva can take care of the rest. Aint that right” he shouted and looked at Eva who was having a hell of a time. She looked at him and smiled “See we’ll fine you and the others when we get done here” Argon stated.  Selene did not want to discuss this at the moment, to may lives were at stake. 

Argon appeared to be content with what he said and was going to go through with it. “Ok Argon but promise me you will be safe” she then kissed his cheek, her cold face touching his.  “Don’t worry I’m a Lyncan what’s the worst that can happen” he shrugged and watched Selene disappear into the Forest.  The battle was still raging for Eva had used her magic to fend off most of the forces but he new it would not be enough.  Argon went closer to the Castle wall and crepe toward the large gate which had been opened. “If I can only close it some how that should hold off the Vampires long enough for Eva and myself to get away.” But before he could alert his young friend of this plan a cold hand reached over and grabbed him. He struggled as much as he could until and knife was plunged into his chest. Argon fell to his knees in pain hand over the wound. Since he was not fully Lyncan he was not as durable as the others. The figure hit Argon over the head and pulled him within the castle gates. Moments later the large metallic gates closed leaving unconscious Argon inside.

Selene ran to Tupul gaining her breath she said “is every one here” he looked at her and smiled “Yes my friend we have succeed with no losses”. No losses, that was something that always made Selene feel good. When after the battle you discover that every one was still ok but in this case not every one. “Where is you companions the Vampire and Lyncan”. Selene looked back in the direction of the castle and sighed “They are fighting off the remaining hordes so that we can get a good distance away.” “So we shall not be followed” Tupul finished. “Yes um that’s right”. The group made their way to the cave where Argon and Selene had stayed the night before.  They walked deep inside the cave so that if any one was to look from the entrance the group would be undetectable.  The group soon set up three firs and each one of them would rotate from watch point. There group consisted of Gwendolyn and Omier who were elves, Titan, Felice and Tomas the Lyncans the Centaurs Lilac, Shian and Neo . Tupul and Selene were glad about who they saved but new that there was many more in bondage. Eva then returned stained in blood but did not seem to mind. Selene soon noticed that Argon was not present soon so many scenarios entered her mind and the were all not good .

At last, the time had come.  Over three hundred years ago, a battle took place that started the war.  For centuries the savage Blood Wars had taken place.  Now, there would be yet another great battle.  However, this battle would hopefully end the conflict once and for all.  With his numbers finally built up, Peter Greystoke's plan could finally be put into action.  Slaves all across the land had been freed.  Those that were human usually accepted the gift of immortality, thus becoming lycans.  Truth be told, there were more lycans in the land than there had been for over one hundred years.

Back at the lycan base, Peter Greystoke was actively moving about, inspecting his army.  Lycans all across the land had been called in.  Peter was uniting them on an immense level.  His active "hands-on" nature, charisma, and boldness had given his leadership an added edge.  Whether it be a brand new batch of swords, arrows, bows, or leather armor that had been produced, Peter was the first to inspect it.  He was also moving about and inspecting the training of his new recruits.  While one group would be learning to shoot with a bow, another would be learning the way of the sword, and another would be learning basic hand-to-hand combat.  Indeed, Greystoke wanted his army ready to make their move soon.

While the lycan resistance was strong, it would not be enough to subdue the vampires once and for all.  A number of races would need to come together for one common cause.  Peter Greystoke needed the help of the elves, centaurs, and even some of the humans.  Therefore, Peter gathered eight of his quickest messengers.  First, he sent two of them to find Sylvan and gather elves of the woodland realm to their cause.

Another two were sent to find the centaurs.  Rumors had been circulating of one who was of the same bloodlines as the long-deceased King Oreius.  The name of this individual was Stephan Ganic Serene.  If that was true and this centaur truly was the rightful heir to the throne, then the centaurs could be easily united.  News of this centaur's exploits had made their way to Peter Greystoke's ears.  If united, the centaurs would prove to be most valuable in the fight to come.

As for the remaining four messengers were sent out to contact the humans.  While most humans submitted to the authority of the vampires, there were some who resisted.  If they could be trusted, then Greystoke would accept them as allies.  These four messengers were given direct orders not to change into their lycan form.  There would be no telling how the humans would react at first to the ferocious appearance of a lycan.  Going in separate directions, the four hunters would travel in search of those who were able to fight for the resistance.

Finally, Peter sent all eight hunters out on their assigned missions.  Like lightning, the eight were off.  Once gathered, there would be a meeting of the leaders.  From there, Peter would let them all know of his great plan.  In truth, his plan would ultimately destroy the vampires, but he would need far greater numbers than what he had.  With the proper numbers, Greystoke could defeat the vampires once and for all.

While, the eight messengers set out in search of their allies, Peter Greystoke set out by himself in search of another ally.  For a long time, reports of a dark elf known as Drizzt were spreading throughout the forests.  However, whenever Peter had sent out his hunters to find the dark elven ranger, his search had turned up empty.  Therefore, he decided that he would personally track down Drizzt and make contact.  Indeed, Drizzt was only one elf; but having Drizzt as an ally in this upcoming battle would be exceedingly useful.  It was time to unite.

Peter strapped on his leather ranger armor.  Then, he girded up his sword and knife.  Greystoke took a quiver full of arrows as well.  A cover was on the quiver which would keep the arrows securely inside whenever acrobatic maneuvers were needed.  Peter then put on a dark green cloak, picked up his bow, then set out.  Racing quickly through the forest, he began to make his way to the point where most occurrences involving Drizzt had taken place.  From there, he would utilize his keen senses and expert tracking ability to find the dark elf at any and all cost....

Demetri was broke from his sleeping son with a noise from upstairs; His fist clenched as he thought back to the bar and what had happened, part of him wondered if these events where part of something bigger, The oak creaked under the force of his hands as he stood, clearing the first four steps in one leap and was soon standing in the door way of her room, Ready to fight. But the sight before him was very different from what he expected, there she stood the moonlight dancing across her face, She was wearing his former wives clothes the long dress fitted her perfectly and at first he was lost in the beauty that stood before him, as she looked back, An expression of worry and fright crossed her face. Coming to a stop he watched as she tried to climb out the window. He shot over next to her and pulled her back gentle, His rough hands uneasily touching her soft skin. His looked turned to worry as she pulled into him, her fist gentle hitting his chest as a line of tears rolled down her tender cheeks.

“Who are you to do this to me “She asked in a weakened tone, her words caught him of guard. She looked up at him her eyes trembling with fear and for the first time he realized she did not fear him, but the situation, lifting his hand she flinched, obviously her option of men was not high, using his thumb he cleared her tears, but he could not clear that look in her eyes. “My lady I do nothing but treat your wounds and try to help, Please do not leave……Your wounds still need time and I do not wish to see any harm to come to you.” She looked back at him and dropped her fist and hugged into his chest and then suddenly they pulled away from each other, an uneasy silence fell over the room as she turned her back to him and cuddle herself.  He went to walk away and she threw out an arm to catch him and then stopped “Please do not leave, Stay with me, I need some company” she said with a tender smile, Turning he smiled “As you wish” she sat on the edge of the bed and he took a seat across from her.

“Tell me of yourself Blacksmith” she asked and he told her everything, his past to present, the myth of his sword up until the birth of Jimmy. She laughed as he told her of Jimmy’s many adventures and she almost popped a stitch when he told of the time he had to face down a mountain Lion when Jimmy had chased it. They spoke until she fell asleep and he moved the covers to keep her warm and made his way downstairs, Jimmy was up and headed down to the market for breakfast, he was a good boy Demetri thought to himself. All of a sudden the door knocked and the large body of Demetri turned and walked across the elf oak floor, pulling the door back he was met by black armour, He never really had time to look at the man last night, Standing aside he let him enter and offered him a chair and made a hot drink for each of them. Placing it in front of the man they sat. It was uneasy to start with as they weighed each other, There was no doubt this man was a warrior and one Demetri had met before during the wars and then he asked his question!

"What happened to you, Demetri Leonard, the one called the fang? What happened to you to forsake the thing that you were made for?"

Demetri took a long time to answer, “So you remember me” he said with a half smile, not excepting an answer “What happened to The Fang, the killer of vampires and the leader of the 5th legions, What changed me into this man before you, Is this what you wish to learn?” The man in the black armour nodded and Demtri smiled as his answer ran in the front door and stopped dead in front of the two massive men, Jimmy had returned from the market and walked slowly to his dads side “I got breakfast father, is the princess okay, I heard you talking to her and thought it would be best if I fetched some breakfast. Can I go see her” he said eagerly his blue eyes begging “Of course, just don’t annoy her if she is sleeping.” Jimmy looked at the man across the table “I like your armour, My dad has a golden helmet with his “jimmy jumped up each step as he made his way to the main bed room. Demetri turned his head to look back at the black Armoured man “ You cut down many of my men all those years ago Archaon” Demetri said as he stood and made himself another drink.

“As you can see, my life has changed. My last battle was the day my wife died and my son was born, I swore to protect him and that is what I do, I have no reason to fight, his happiness is all I need. Plus my sword lays broken until my heart is healed. It was a strong magic cast by an elfin lord the day he made it. May I ask a question Archaon what is it you seek, you have always been a warrior and a great one, but does your heart not long for peace” Demetri asked as he filled up Archaon wooden cup again.

Selene soon realized that Argon was not percent and tried not to panic. She new what her people were capable of and it was not good. She went over to Tupul who was treating the wounded. The wounds were not bad just miner scrapes and bruises. “He is not her” she said. Tupul looked over to her “Argon?” he asked not completely sure of himself. “Yes I have a thought that my people may have taken him and if so I am going to bring him back”. Tupul was nervously “Selene you shall not  go alone I will accompany you” “No Tupul these people need a leader they need you. And I know you will lead them to safety”. He reached out his hand to Selene who by this time was fully armored in her mother attire. “God speed” Selene looked at him puzzled “Yah sure thing”.

Eva had been busy cleaning her self and beside her was her little puppet.  Selene kneeled down to her “Scarp what your doing take care of these people you got powers but don’t come with me. I have to save him because I” she paused and looked away trying to slow herself down “Because”. Eva smiled “As I said you have feelings for him” “Yah I do just make sure nothing happens to these people” Eva smiled and Selene new that a plan was forming in her mind “All right then”. Selene was one hundred percent sure that Eva would follower her but she did not have time to argue if Eva wanted to follower she would just have to do it.

Dusk had come upon the land. As Selene moved from one covering to another. She was a stealth like person her brother would train her in all kind of thing. Thinking about it now he would train her in many Lyncan things like: Tracking, scenes, stealth, speed and agility.  Her long black hair brushed down the side of her pail skin. She was like a ghost making no sound or ou thought movement.  “Don’t worry my friend I am coming”. She smiled for the first time she had actually cared for someone, never in her life had she ever had feelings for any one like she did Argon. But he was a Lyncan and she was a Vampire it was impossible but never unheard of.  Selene leaped over protruding objects dogged fallen branches. She had many scrapes and cuts on her arms and she was wet with the dew of the trees. She new how her kind what they did to thier enemys and she did not know how long Argon would last. Though she had faith in him and new that he would never betray her.

Argon eyes opened as he moved his hand to his face. Brushing his hair out of the way. There was a dim light and a reddish atmosphere.  Argon could see that he was in come kind of imprisonment. “Uh gross” he spat out blood from his mouth obviously wile struggling he got a pretty good beating.  Moving his had across the cold wet floor he would tell he was underground. These rocks had never seen light that is why they were so moist. He groaned in pain wile rolling on his back.  Argon could still feel the knife wound that the Vampire had plunged into his chest. He put his hand on it. The blood had stopped and all it was now was a wound that needed to be treated. He could feel water dripping on his face. Looking up as the ceiling he could see the tiny water droplets forming. “I must be under some river or something” he said quietly.

Doors flew open and a tall dark figure stepped into Argons cell. He glared down at the young Lyncan and smiled “What is this, a small boy or a valiant worrier” he said. His voice was low and rough with a hint of hissing. “My name is Argon” he said trying to get to his feet. The man chuckled “Well then Argon you mind telling us where Selene is. I know you know her well.” Argon finally sat up against the wall, doing his best not to show his pain. He looked at the dark figure and smiled “If you think I’m going to tell you, you must be dumber that I thought”.  In rage the man slapped Argon the pushing him back against the hard cold floor “impudence   will not tolerate child” he lashed out. Argon remained calmed and thought about what he was going to say next “Well to bad” he braced himself for another attack but there was none. Instead her smiled at him and walked out locking the door behind him.

Argon let out a sigh of relief “Well it could have been worse I guess”. “Are you ok” a quiet voice asked. Argon sat up and looked around and out of the shadows appeared a young boy “uh yah I’m fine?” Argon said in confusion “Who are you”.  “My name is Avious a good friend of Selene I helped her escape”. He was curios “could I trust this vampire” he asked himself.  “Name’s Argon good to meet you” there was a small pause until argon spoke again “You got any Idea how to get out?” Avious went up to the door of the cell and looked at Argon “No at least not yet”. The sound of guards talking made Avious jump “I have to go but don’t worry be ready fro anything”. With those words Avious dashed for the door and left Argon alone to ponder his escape.

Selene made it to the castle wall. She could over hear the discussions of the men on the other side. “Helps on the way” as she said that the large gate opened making quite some noise. This was the perfect opportunity for an entrance. Some of the Vampires were leaving the castle probably going to find more slaves or even her. As they did that she stealthily crept in. The large gates shut tight “Well I guess I aint leaving the same way I came in”. Hiding behind carts and houses she listened to as many conversations as she could. Hoping that they would revile to her where Argon was.  She soon felt a hand grab her arm before she pulled her sword she saw who it was.

“Avious” she said wile hugging him “My dear friend your safe” . He looked at her and smiled “Yes but I can not say the same for your Lyncan friend” “Wait” she stopped him “Argon is alive” “Yes but not for long I over heard the guards say that they are going to”. Avious paused and looked at Selene nervously “I know, take me to him now”. He grabbed her had and lead her to his abode. Shutting the door tightly he looked at her. “Avious I have no time for this I need to find Argon”. Locking the door he glanced over his shoulder “First we have much to talk about I have news that you may want to hear about the Lyncans about the war”. Selene sighed and sat down on a wooden stool placing her fingers on her lap smilin at him she said

“All right then tell me what you know and fast”.......

Eva wiped the blood off her and Chachazero as they sat by the fire after the battle. Well they called it a battle, it was more of a massacre. Chachazero was ruthless and Eva had fought using her magic so she was completely unharmed. The blood that she washed away was all that of her enemys which had become numerous and were only growing at this point. Under her breath she muttered "Who knew they could house so many soldiers in that simple building." wiping the last little bit off Chachazero. As she finished Selene approached her telling her to stop what she was doing and to help the wounded. Selene knew at this point that Eva had powers though she didn't know just to what extent yet since Eva really hadn't taken any of the past battles seriously. Sadly she obviously didn't realize where Eva's strengths were.

Sighing Eva turned to Selene as Selene explained her plan to save Argon alone. Looking into her eyes Eva said "Alright go ahead. I won't stop you." turning away from her as Chachazero said "I wonder if she's planning to do something pervy to him while she's there Mistress." referring to Selene. Eva sighed again at Chachazero's response though she knew that this wasn't unlike her. Sitting back she watched as Selene grabbed the sword of Geminie and charged into the forest alone trying to be steathy from the beginning.

As Selene ran she suddenly felt a dark presense close by. Turning her head slightly she saw Evangeline following close behind her. Smiling at her Eva said "I know you said that you wanted to do this alone but in truth I don't really know all that much about healing magic so I really wouldn't have been much help back there. I regenerate pretty quickly so there was never really any need to learn any." placing a hand on her shoulder as she ran together. Then talking from her spot on top of Evangeline's head Chachazero said "I'm surprised they haven't done it yet. They seem like they'll break any second and pop out a vampire hybrid baby." her face unchanging from a smile on her puppet face. Eva looked up at Chachazero saying "I wouldn't really be surprised either, vampire/lycan babies are popular these days." referring to if Selene produced a child with Argon. Finally after running stealthfully for awhile they arrived at the castle where Argon was being held it's walls tall and forboading. Thinking for a second Eva said "Heh, this would have never happened if he would have just did what I told him. Run and leave the battle to me." referring to the previous battle.

Selene jumped the castle wall as the gate opened continuing her stealth operation using the gate's racket to hide her own noise. Smiling Eva slipped into the shadows appearing on the other side with Chachazero still on her head. Then following close behind Selene she saw her jump alittle bit as the vampire boy grabbed her arm. Selene would have chopped his head off if she hadn't suddenly yelled "Avious!" hugging the child. Looking at the kid Eva could see that he was a friend of Selene's. Looking at Avious with examining eyes he suddenly starting talking about Argon as he directed them to what appeared to be his room. Along the way he explained that Argon would be executed soon and that time was short if we were going to save him. Sitting down Selene said "Avious I have no time for this I need to find Argon." seemingly impatient. Avious seemed unaffected as he said "First we have to talk about I have news that you may want to hear about the Lycans, about the war." obviously sure that the information he had was more important at the current moment. Eva sat down ready to listen to the conversation as Selene suddenly said "Oh yeah I should probably introduce you two. Avious this is Evangeline McDowell. She's a vampire with magical powers. Evangeline this is Avious. He's a friend of mine." pointing to the two. Chachazero suddenly pulled herself up a bit saying "So you're her other squeeze eigh?" laughing a little. Annoyance painted Selene's face as she said "Oh yeah and that thing is..." Eva interrupting "Chachazero, my partner." a little annoied as well. Avious looked at the two saying "It's a pleasure to meet you. Now if you wouldn't mind I'll explain the situation." waving him on Evangeline said "Yes, yes continue on." waiting patiently.

Night after night the lone Drow patrolled the outskirts of the woods. Defending his realm against the plague of the Vampires. Each time Drizzt faced off against a patrol of Vampires he allowed for one of the scouts to escape and tell of the horrors they had faced in the woods. Of the Ghost in the Darkness. How the very trees themselves seemed to fling out with arrows as the mysterious form leaped from the shadows slicing them down in a mesmerizing display of swordsmanship. Night after night he waged a losing war alone.

New arrivals however started to enter his perimeter and they seemed to be tracking him down. Taking great care not to expose himself Drizzt stayed one step ahead of the following Lycans. Causing them to move in circles, even with their superior sense of smell. The only truth that mattered were they were in his domain, where he was the master. Each time the frustration would build in his pursuers and they would eventually give up. Heading back to whatever hole they crawled out of.

But then one night a new tracker had come. This one moved swifter, quieter than his predecessors. There was something different with this one and how he carried himself, his own movements honed to an art. After completing every known trick to throw off a pursuer this one was still hot in his trail. It was time for a different tactic with this one. For the Hunted, was about to become to Hunter...

As the cold night air rustled about Drizzt changed his direction. No longer heading away from his tracker but towards him. There were no more cat and mouse games with this one, it was time to come face to face with whoever it was. The two majestic Scimitars rested comfortably at Drizzt's side as he slipped from shadow to shadow. His powerful bow and quiver laced tightly around his back as his forest green cloak was held tightly around him. Those fiery lavender eyes piercing through the darkness and catching sight of his target. Instantly he knew there was something different about this man. Sensing no present danger Drizzt quietly slipped out of the shadows and into the clearing where they both were about to approach. His soft yet firm voice breaking the eerily silence of the woodland surroundings. "You have been following me for many days now. You are no Vampire so my arrows have not felled you, yet. What is it that you want? Why have you entered the realm of the Fey folk?"

There was no surprised look on his face when the man before Drizzt locked gazed with him. Almost as if he had known he was coming, had heard from before he spoke. Advancing slowly in still Drizzt made no effort for his weapons, trust in his lightning like reflexes to be able to snatch them out of their scabbards in the blink of an eye. The two stalked in circles for some time as they battered back and forth. The stranger reveling his name as Peter Greystoke, a family name well known to the dark elfs long years of existence. He spoke of a unity of Men, Lycans, Centuars, and Elves all banding together to finally rid the lands of the Vampire suppressors. How he had heard the tales of a dark elf living in these forests and slaying dozens of Vampires on his own. Peter told him of the coming war, of how he would like to have his blades at his side in this fight.

"Your cause is much a keen to mine stranger and it holds a just and worthy cause. I will accompany you to your army, but there is another matter we must attend to first. A larger scouting party than any before it entering my realm on this night. Fight alongside me and slay these Nosferatu and I will fight in your war. You have my sworn word as a fellow Protector of the realms, of a Ranger."

Hours later the two spoke of their exploits as they wiped the riddled blood off of their weapons. How the two dozen Vampires never saw death coming until the darkness was too late. Moments later the two warriors were off for this War to end all Wars.