Trudging along the dark corridor lit intermittently by a dieing lamp, 2 silent blood suckers being my companions, their red eyes seeming darker as we went deeper and deeper into the cold castle. One of them slightly tilted his head to the left, meaning, we were to make a detour, non of them had said anything to me since they met me at the castle door, but I am used to their creepiness so I watch out for the gestures because my survival in this hell hole depends on it. I've been dealing with them for the past 20 years, and these meetings, though it has not yielded much over the years, was a necessary evil if I am to get the powers I seek.
Power, what wouldn't one do to get it? even if it means, betraying your own, 19 years ago, I had wiped out my brother and his entire pack because the eld
