Translated into modern-day English.
I was just a normal, twelve-year-old page training to, eventually, become a knight. "Come Grant, go help the kitchen boys prepare tonight's feast," said William. William was the knight that I was assigned to. I wanted to be perfect for him, so that I would be accepted as a knight one day.
"Did William ask you to help out again?" asked Gregory.
"Yes, he did. What do you two need me to help out with today?"
"You can go to the forest out back and hunt for pigeons," said Geoffrey. I grabbed my bow and arrows, and I went out to hunt. On the way out there, I met William.
"What are you doing, Page? Did I not directly ask you to help out in the kitchens?"
"Yes, but..."
"But what?" He smacked me in the face, and my lip started bleeding. He saw me crying, and he said, "Real knights do not cry. Now go to the kitchens, where you are supposed to be." He walked away, and I had no choice but to go back to the kitchens.
"What happened?" Gregory asked in pure shock.
"William smacked me," I responded.
"He did? That is awful!"
"So no pigeons," said Geoffrey.
"No, but I can be here and help you cook, instead. If William sees me anywhere else, then he will probably injure me even more."
"Then you better stay in here and cook," said Gregory.
"I will. All I want to do is please him...," I trailed off.
"After what he has done to you?"
"I still want to be a knight. I can not if I retaliate."
"You are really courageous."
"Maybe I am, maybe I am not, but that is beside the point. Now let us start cooking!"
The feast was prepared with great splendor, but William was obviously upset.
"No pigeons?" asked William. "What is a royal feast with no pigeons?"
"Sir?" Gregory questioned. "If I may, Grant went out to get the pigeons for the feast, but you stopped him in the corridor."
"SUCH IMPUDENCE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!" he screamed at Gregory.
"He is not being impudent, sir," I replied.
"You are to be banished from this kingdom immediately!"
"You are blowing this way out of proportion. Calm down," commanded our noble king.
"Thank you, my lord," all three of us said.
"One...more...chance." William said, out of breath.
"Thank you, William." I bowed to him.
"GO!"
"Where, sir?"
"To get the pigeons!"
"Yes, sir." I grabbed my bow and arrows, and I went out to hunt. Hunting has always been relaxing to me. I took the six that I shot, and I boiled them into a delicious, pigeon stew.
When I arrived in the dining hall, there were no people except for three people. Gregory and Geoffrey were providing William his nineteenth course.
"YOU ARE LATE!"
"Sir, I did my best," I whined.
"Not good enough!" he replied in a sadistic voice that I had never heard before. He punched my face, and the stew spilled spilled all over the floor and me.
"Gasp!" gasped Gregory.
"OUT YOU GO!" he screamed at me. He beat me as hard as he could, and then he threw me out of the window, and I fell into the street to die. "Hm," he smirked. All of my bones were broken from the impact and the beating. I had also gotten third degree burns from the stew falling on me and me falling into it. On the bright side, there was glass embedded in all of my lower body from the glass container that the stew was in.
"All I wanted to do was to please..." All went blank, and one single tear fell down my right eye.
When I awoke, there was a maiden of unimaginable beauty standing over me. "Who a...are..." I was gargling the remainder of my blood.
"Don't talk. You need to rest," she said in a soothing voice that was more beautiful than a summer sunset, and as heartbreaking at the same time.
"Am I d...d...dead?" I disobeyed. I was lying down with my puffy, blackened eyes cracked open, and I was trying to open them fully.
"No, and you're not going to die, either. Just close your eyes, and brace yourself; this is an incomprehensible pain that no mortal has ever understood." She bit my broken, mangled neck. This was even more pain than when I fell out of the window. The pain was a fire, searing, blistering its way through my damaged, unintact veins. "Remember to go to the DTF, so that you can join." She patted my broken back with a hand colder than any ice, and more skillful than any goldsmith. That moment, I slipped into a coma's dark, inviting territory.
When I finally woke up several, several years later, the world was like nothing I had ever seen before! There were so many colors and textures that I couldn't even begin to describe. When I realized that I was in a camp, I started to really wonder what had happened all of those long years that I was knocked out.
"Where am I?" I asked in a deep, commanding voice that didn't sound like me. A creature of pure fiction from the deepest pits of a psycho's imagination was drinking from a mangled, gory, deceased body. Instead of freaking out, my throat was burning for some strange reason.
"Where are my manners? Here you go," he said in a voice that sounded no more mature than mine was years ago. He gave me the corpse, and I drank deeply from it. This was the undisputed, absolute best thing that I had ever tasted in my entire existence. "My name is Kris. I am a werepyre with no origins; we are in the New World. I stumbled upon your sleeping form in a forest in England, and I decided to bring you with me."
"Are there any other creatures, existences, or other unimaginable beings?"
"Only a dracowerepyre named Taylor."
I spent the next 300 years with them or so (I had already spent 50 unconscious years with them) drinking human blood from the nearby village. Some time later, I traveled across the continent to Forks, Washington, an area in the northern region of the New World. I ran across a vampire that told me I couldn't hunt people on his land. His name was Carlisle. I lived with him for around 100 years drinking animal blood. Then one day, I traveled over to Knoxville, Tennessee. I was hunting, when I was ambushed from behind.
"Hssssssss," I growled. When we got to the black, iron castle, I asked, "Where am I?"
"In the DTF Knoxville-Branch headquarters." A blurry flashback played in my head of a women (now I know a vampire) telling me to go here.
"Where is she?" I asked in my familiar, commanding tone.
"She's in here." I followed one of the guards to an ornately decorated room. When I stepped in there, she gave me a massive bear hug that could have easily killed a mortal.
"I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed. "I thought that you would never arrive here!"
"What do I need to do for your group?"
"It's your group, too now. First, you need to move into your room that we prepared. Then, you need to thirst on tree sap. I know it sounds weird, but it helps you train..."
After I switched to the diet, I felt more in tune with nature than I had ever felt before. Using my electro magnetic powers, I had acquired very, very limited control over the fabrics of space and time. When I changed my form for the first time, I realized that I could talk in peoples' minds, telepathy, in any, and all of my infinite forms.
"You're ready," she said many decades later.
"For what?" I questioned.
"To go on missions!" She was very excited for me.
"Where?"
"We've already arranged everything, so you just need to go there and enjoy yourself." After spending 200 years with them, I was leaving. Heartbreak does not feel good, especially when you're leaving your true home, possibly forever.
"Okay."