hey everyone I am FINALLY writing a story. A phone just doesn't work for these kind of things, a tablet does THANK YOU SANTA!

A lone soldier and his horse raced through a fog infested wood to a gloomy and run down castle surrounded by a steep trench. In the misty moon light the castle almost seems abandoned, but lights in the upper windows said otherwise. The soldier dismounts his tired steed and ran toward the doors, through the endless hallway and to the large double doors at the end. The soldier hesitated at those doors knowing his master did not like to be disturbed so late, although the message he has will surely be requested at the quickest time.

The soldier took a DEEP breath and pushed the heavy doors open, bravely dwelling deep into the room as far as the light from the still open doors would carry. Kneeling at the last bit of light the soldier stared fearfully into the never ending darkness that seemed to hover around even with the light from the hallway.

Taking another calming breath that didn't seem to help he called out," S-s-sire?"

The man almost jumped back when an enormous eye appeared in the gloom.

"Who dare disturbs my resting?" a booming voice threatens.

"I-i-it is I S-s-sire. R-r-returning from m-m-my m-mission", stammered the man as he bowed lower.

The eye moved closer, staring impatiently at the quivering form, "Well?"

Looking up but looking anywhere then at the menacing eye, "T-t-the c-c-child is to be b-b-born i-i-in the fort n-n-night".

"Hahahahahaha", a dark laugh shook the room. "Perfect absolutely perfect!"

"S-s-sire?"

"On the blood moon, what a PERFECT time to rid that man of all he loves. Hahahahaha!"

The man slumped in relief seeing his master was happy. Getting up to leave a whistling noise and a flash of silver was all the man saw before he slumped to the ground dead. The eye looked boringly at the blood dripping from his blade, but started laughing again when plans for the future massacre was to come. Looking over at a portrait on a far wall, the eye flashed his menacing, sharp teeth.

"You think you can be rid of ME? Think again... old friend", watching as the blood dripped from the blade.