Hey! It's me again! I said I'd have a Sequel to Lifeblood! And here it is!
Paradox
Prolouge
I suppose I am the last of two clans...Impossible you say? If I were any other vampire it would've been. However, I was the child that was not supposed to exist. My parents were Kyria and Raziel of Nosgoth. My name is Nya. From what my mother has told me, I was concieved the night before Raziel was damned. Because of Kain's decisions, Nosgoth has given way to a new age. That, however, is a whole different tale...
My story begins somewhere outside of the ruins of a place called the Academy. My mother had spent most of her mortal life there. I inherited some of my mother's shapeshifting ability, allowing me to become human at whim. The first real memory I have that is of great significance occured as my mother was staring out at these very ruins, where I sit, recording this in a tattered old diary that I found in an old temple. The cover, which has the title DARK CHRONICLE is very small and has the tale of an "Angel of Death." Most of the writing is illegible so I was never able to read most of it. Anyway, back to my mother...
~FLASHBACK~
"I think they're gone." mother said to me. I was about seven in age at that time. I could've cared less what the Sarafan were doing. All I knew was that we were hiding from two things:
1) The Sarafan
and
2) "That bastard Kain" as my mother called him.
Apparently, if this Kain ever found us, we'd be slaughtered.
Without my mom's knowledge, I snuck into towns during the day, making myself appear human. Except for the eyes. The iris of both eyes were split into streaks. My left was cerulean and a feral gold, while the other was green and gold. I quickly befriended a young girl named Lera. We became tighter than blood. One evening we were going to swipe some stuff from the weapon shop when I watched my own mother, tear open Lera, my best friend's, throat.
Time passed and I accepted what I was and became a ruthless killer. Until that fateful night where I met the scourge that sent my world careening to a new type of hell...
I spotted a spindly looking man in strange clothing. As I prepared to kill the lone fool, I spoke.
"Hello Nya. Yes, I know you're there." he said as I froze in my tracks. "I am Moebius, the Time Streamer" he introduced himself as he turned to me.
"How did you know I was there?" I snarled. He laughed that of one who was used to being asked questions that only he knew the answer to.
"I not only know where you are, I know where you were, and where you will be." he laughed.
"Enough with your riddles old man." I bared my fangs.
"I know your destiny."
"I don't care." I told him as I charged. I already could tell the world would be better if he was NOT in it. However, instead of the heavenly, sinful bloodlust that comes only with the taste of fresh blood upon your lips, I was surrounded by a swirling infinity.
Falling, endless falling...Suddenly, I was dropped to the ground. Around me was a place like none I had ever seen. Gory corpses lay, unburied, all over the place. The body of a monster was a few feet away from where I stood. It's spinal cord had been sliced. It also appeared that some kind of animal had torn into it's throat and ripped it's eyes open, exposing oozing brain tissue. All around were the bodies of both human and vampires alike. A place that I recognised from my mother's stories was looming over me like an ominous shadow. The Sarafan Stronghold. Thsi was NOT where I wanted to be. I followed the scent of vampiric blood to a huge church, several miles away from where I had entered this strange place.
I slowly pushed open the huge doors. I walked into the pitch black. My movenment ceased as I felt the cold steel of a well-crafted sword tip on my vugular vien.
HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
Anyway, review and I'll post faster. Oh, and a cookie to who can guess where the damn time streamer sent her!
Paradox
Prolouge
I suppose I am the last of two clans...Impossible you say? If I were any other vampire it would've been. However, I was the child that was not supposed to exist. My parents were Kyria and Raziel of Nosgoth. My name is Nya. From what my mother has told me, I was concieved the night before Raziel was damned. Because of Kain's decisions, Nosgoth has given way to a new age. That, however, is a whole different tale...
My story begins somewhere outside of the ruins of a place called the Academy. My mother had spent most of her mortal life there. I inherited some of my mother's shapeshifting ability, allowing me to become human at whim. The first real memory I have that is of great significance occured as my mother was staring out at these very ruins, where I sit, recording this in a tattered old diary that I found in an old temple. The cover, which has the title DARK CHRONICLE is very small and has the tale of an "Angel of Death." Most of the writing is illegible so I was never able to read most of it. Anyway, back to my mother...
~FLASHBACK~
"I think they're gone." mother said to me. I was about seven in age at that time. I could've cared less what the Sarafan were doing. All I knew was that we were hiding from two things:
1) The Sarafan
and
2) "That bastard Kain" as my mother called him.
Apparently, if this Kain ever found us, we'd be slaughtered.
Without my mom's knowledge, I snuck into towns during the day, making myself appear human. Except for the eyes. The iris of both eyes were split into streaks. My left was cerulean and a feral gold, while the other was green and gold. I quickly befriended a young girl named Lera. We became tighter than blood. One evening we were going to swipe some stuff from the weapon shop when I watched my own mother, tear open Lera, my best friend's, throat.
Time passed and I accepted what I was and became a ruthless killer. Until that fateful night where I met the scourge that sent my world careening to a new type of hell...
I spotted a spindly looking man in strange clothing. As I prepared to kill the lone fool, I spoke.
"Hello Nya. Yes, I know you're there." he said as I froze in my tracks. "I am Moebius, the Time Streamer" he introduced himself as he turned to me.
"How did you know I was there?" I snarled. He laughed that of one who was used to being asked questions that only he knew the answer to.
"I not only know where you are, I know where you were, and where you will be." he laughed.
"Enough with your riddles old man." I bared my fangs.
"I know your destiny."
"I don't care." I told him as I charged. I already could tell the world would be better if he was NOT in it. However, instead of the heavenly, sinful bloodlust that comes only with the taste of fresh blood upon your lips, I was surrounded by a swirling infinity.
Falling, endless falling...Suddenly, I was dropped to the ground. Around me was a place like none I had ever seen. Gory corpses lay, unburied, all over the place. The body of a monster was a few feet away from where I stood. It's spinal cord had been sliced. It also appeared that some kind of animal had torn into it's throat and ripped it's eyes open, exposing oozing brain tissue. All around were the bodies of both human and vampires alike. A place that I recognised from my mother's stories was looming over me like an ominous shadow. The Sarafan Stronghold. Thsi was NOT where I wanted to be. I followed the scent of vampiric blood to a huge church, several miles away from where I had entered this strange place.
I slowly pushed open the huge doors. I walked into the pitch black. My movenment ceased as I felt the cold steel of a well-crafted sword tip on my vugular vien.
HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
Anyway, review and I'll post faster. Oh, and a cookie to who can guess where the damn time streamer sent her!