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I looked over the ledge as the sun began to set. A cool air blew across my face and I inhaled deeply. I opened my eyes. You are probably wondering who I am by now, I-"Sire!" screamed a voice from inside. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I stepped off of the ledge and back into the castle study. A loud banging on my giant wooden doors started to give me a headache. "Sire Marshall Lee!" yelled the, now that I noticed it, feminine voice. "Alright, alright!" I yelled in annoyance. I yanked the doors open quickly. I looked down to find my wonderful assistant, Schwabelle. The small maiden wore a dark purple dress with black lacings. Her hair was snow white with streaks of black on the tips. She had coffee colored skin that was flawless. Her eyes were as dark as charcoals and as wide as saucers. She was breathing heavily. I squinted at her. "Did you run all the way to my study?" I asked. She nodded vigorously. "Sire, the Huns, they're here!" she yelled frantically. All of the amusement left me at once. "Give me five minutes to grab my weapons. Go!" I ordered. She bowed quickly, and shuffled off down the hallway.

Her back had the palace insignia of a Black raven with a blood red eye, clutching a violet against a silver moon. I quickly shut the door, and moved to my secret weapons chamber. I walked to the fireplace that had nothing above the mantle, but two golden candle sticks. I pulled the left one down, and quickly moved out of the way. A wall of fire quickly gushed out of it. Of course I would have it Booby trapped. As soon as the fire receded, I quickly walked in. My name is Marshall Lee Abadeer. I am the heir to Nightosphere Kingdom. Our warriors are known, and feared far and wide. And I am their King. They call them demons from the night, and they call me the Vampire King. We actually embraced our new calling cards.

It would fit perfectly after all. We operate best at night, and so shall it stay. Before, when my Mother was queen, our warriors were nothing but pillaging savages who steal and murder for sport. Even I lost my moral code once. That was until I realized what we became. My mother believed in a reign of confusion, pain and chaos. She was a sadistic sociopath who enjoyed watching our warriors slaughter the innocent. Now that she is dead, it is my duty as king to right the wrong that we have caused. Our kingdom flourished and many others noticed this. Including the Huns. They wanted revenge for what my mother had done. And we've done all we could to keep them at bay, but they're basically on our doorstep by now.

I grabbed as many weapons as I could hold, and headed outside. My weapon of choice, the Axe. I modeled it with strings to resemble a lute. Poetical satyr, if you will. A musical instrument for times of merriment and peace, used for war. I half jogged, half walked down the ever winding and twisting halls towards the front door. I pushed through and looked down from the wall. Hundreds of Huns yelled and clashed their weapons against their shields. I sighed. It wasn't always like this, the Kingdoms divided I mean. There was a time when strong powerful warriors ruled the land. Five different clans of them. They were called the Kaiju. They say that they were the most powerful creatures on the planet.

We humans learned everything we know from them. There were the gentle giants of the nature clan who taught us how to farm and grow crops. The hot headed dragons of the fire clan who taught us how to fight and make weapons. The infinite knowledge cravers of the water clan who taught us how to study the stars and record our findings. The dark and enigmatic ghosts of the darkness clan who taught us everything we needed to know about stealth once hunting. And the most powerful of all, the clan of light who ruled as our kings. We all lived peacefully in perfect harmony. These humanoid beings were almost considered Gods. A harness for all of the four clans. Intelligent, strong, the very essence of power…until they were wiped out. By my mother. She was afraid of the clans of powerful beings. She sent her entire army after them. No one has ever seen one.

And she claimed to have destroyed them all. And those of us who are left, have no choice but to believe her. Without them to lead us, the humans raged war on each other, we separated into kingdoms and guarded our resources greedily. And are now forced to struggle for survival. My mother once told me as a child, that the clans will never come back. But I never lost hope. One day, I will find them, and one day, I will make us whole again. I snapped out of my daze as an arrow whistled by my ear. I calmly looked down towards the middle of the procession. An old man with a beard, and a spear silenced the crowd. He glared at me, and I returned his glare with a look of utter boredom and indifference. I raised an eyebrow. "…King Marshall Lee I presume?" he said with malice. I propped myself up on a stone from the wall and examined my axe's blade. "The one and only," I said indifferently. The 'King' of the Huns scoffed. "Practically a boy, shouldn't you be running to your mother?" he asked sarcastically. The crowd laughed. I examined my nail. "Well, that depends…how do you wish to go back to yours? In a body bag? Or cremated?" I ask finally returning my gaze. His sly grin faded to anger as he spit. "A boy of your age should not be so cocky, lest he gets hurt." He said through clenched teeth. I rolled my eyes. "And a person of your age should not be so angry, lest he has a heart attack." A soldier next to me snickered and so did my army. I smiled. The 'King' bubbled over with rage. "You have much to learn about respect youngling!" yelled the King. I stood from my stoop, and unsheathed my Axe with an evil grin. "Then teach me old man."

His army charged. I jumped from my stoop with ease and was surprised to hear astonished gasps by my army. I landed quietly. I turned around to my wide eyed warriors. "What?" I asked them. A soldier, blond hair, brown eyes. Finn I believe his name was. The same one who snickered first. Spoke up. "You just jumped from a five hundred foot wall, and landed as gracefully as any cat!" he said astonished. I looked up then back at him. "Hmm" I shrugged. "Didn't notice." I turned to the now approaching army. I cleared my throat. "So are we gonna fight or what?" I asked the army. Finn nodded and raised his hand. A trumpet blared, and we charged. I held Finn back. "Wait!" he looked at me confused. "Leave the King to me." I said sternly. "He insulted my pride, it is time I put him in his place." Finn nodded once then ran. Shouting his orders. I smirked. Good kid. I then turned my attention to the Hun. Who was already glaring, and heading for me. I took up the liberty of closing that distance. He unsheathed a sword. I stood patiently waiting. He let out a furious war cry and held up his sword. Our weapons clashed. Every stroke was countered by my axe. I dodged a swing to the head and blocked his sword's downward arc. We fought for the upper hand.

The King spoke through clenched teeth. "You are going to die, just like your bastard mother!" my once calm expression was replaced by slight irritation as I quickly gained the upper hand, and pushed him off. He stumbled backwards. I calmly walked towards him and kneed him in the stomach. I quickly followed, by hitting the blunt end of my Axe instrument to his rib cage. He dropped the sword accidently as he clutched his side in pain. I was pretty sure I broke something. But I didn't care. I kicked him in the chest. He fell to the ground. Before he could get up I held the sharp end of my axe to his throat. The fighting around us ceased. "No…not today." I said sternly. He looked at me with a mixture of fear, and rage. I then spoke to the crowd. "This petty fight for dominance is over! Drop your weapons, and go, or lose your King and your life!" I yelled. The Huns reluctantly complied. A bitter laugh came from the ground.

I returned my attention to the King. "You will not stop us, nothing can stop us. You think that this fight is over?!" He yelled. Two of his soldiers picked him up and started to walk away. The King yelled where he was being dragged away. "As soon as we find the last Kaiju there won't be hope for any of you! Do you hear me! YOU WILL ALL DIE! STARTING WITH YOU VAMPIRE KING! YOU WILL ALL DIE!" the King screamed. I ignored him as he spat out insults in a flurry of blood and spittle. His army was slowly receding as my army headed back towards the castle gates. It was dark by the time we went back. I didn't even bother with a body count considering that we didn't lose anyone. Yes, the battle was that short. I should have been relieved, but instead I was on edge. Was it true? Was there truly a last Kaiju out there? Or were they just ramblings of a crazy old man? I sighed. I didn't know what to believe. I sat down on a bale of hay and rubbed my eyes. "Sir?" I looked up to see a soldier standing there. Finn. I nodded for him to continue. "Do you truly believe what the savage said?" he asked wringing his gloves in his now bare hands. He had a strange helmet. Silver that was polished until it looked like ivory, with tiny stubs on the top. A bear helmet. I returned my gaze to Finn and smiled. "Honestly son, I haven't the slightest idea," I said. I could hear the fatigue in my own voice. Finn nodded once and swallowed with a dazed look in his eye. He walked away, without another word. I retired to my quarters. I didn't even bother to change, I simply took off my boots, and collapsed on the bed. I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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