ART: SCEPTER'S RENDER
PROLOGUE
Once upon a time, the world was dominated merely by vampires. Creatures that have different kinds and skills. Each kind refused to form any ally or connection to any other kind for they believe that vampires were never meant to become one, a family, or shall have a kind relationship. So in order to bear with this rule, they chose to fight with each others. Everybody had possessed different powers. The demon vampires with their darkness, the vampire angels who were begotten with light, the cloaks that held the power of manipulation, the elves that were gifted to have the power of the Mother Nature and lastly the imperials, the vampires who may summon creatures they liked.
All of the kinds had battled, protecting their families or for conquering other enemies. They never let their guards down. But still, in life one must be strong and the other shall be weak and those who were kneeled shall never become a great leader. So these legendary creatures fought with their full strength, day or night, with the sun or the moon, and with the land or with the seas.
Bloods oozed out a lot. Time to time, day by day. The vigorous war was a great rampage thus, destruction of the blue earth occurred little by little.
But some wise vampires noticed these changes. The oceans were being dried out, the nature was being destroyed, the lands were crushed and mostly the brave warriors were lessened. If this unworthy war continues, everything these creatures fought for will merely become a dust. They battled for dominance, they struggled for lives, but these awaited trophies will be gone soon. Hence, leaders of the kinds thought of a plan. They held a huge meeting wherein different vampires were summoned. All of them gave their own suggestions, compliments and thinking.
The meeting was a great success, from the obedient and patient watchers to the bright leaders of each clan. They adjourned with glee, the problems were solved wisely, and the answers were given. They agreed to seal their magical existence, thus, they retrieved mortal's forms, the human facades while their powers were brought inside the scrolls. These unnatural papers were called the ancients art that were scattered all over the world.
"Miyu!" bright emerald eyes revealed themselves slowly at the morning shine of the day. The woman with the glistening waist-length blonde hair stretched all her aching parts. She sighed as she sat up on her soft bed. After gathering enough strength she stood up form her half sleep and went to the table beside the bed. There lays a simple notebook decorated with black cover.
"Good morning diary! I again dreamed of 'that', I know it, that it is just not normal dream like the other ones. I am just aware of it, maybe it's a prediction"
"Miyu, come down already, it's the first day of your school"