When Emilia opened her eyes, she was standing in a field. There was a small village near the tree line. Kids playing with dogs, a few fires lit, and women putting up the shelters.
It was a pre-historic, nomadic village, belonging to hunter-gatherers before any agricultural civilization had developed.
“This was my home before my mate and I became what we are."
Emilia turned to her left where she found the Old One King standing beside her. He wasn't a stone statue, though, he was flesh and speaking with his voice, not his mind.
“We're not really here," Emilia stated.
“This is a memory. I can no longer interact with the world in the same way I could when I fed on blood. But I gave that up long ago," he said.
Emilia took a moment to look the king over. He was dressed in animal skins
