Prologue
In the 500s A.D, a vampire by the name of Olaf Cuaran started a war to conquer his Nordic brothers' territories. Town and cities were destroyed. Countries fell one after another. Within the ruins of each fallen territory, no man, woman, or child remained. Those that survived were enslaved.
The children and women were either food for Cuaran's monster army or were household slaves. As for the men, they were drafted into Cuaran's army to serve as simple grunts. Years after his conquest of the Nordic countries, Cuaran decided to make a decision that would put him and his entire army at risk. He decides to wage war on the rest of mainland Europe. Once again, countries fell, people died, and prisoners were taken.
During his conquest of what is now modern-day Romania, Cuaran faced a foe which he thought would be a major thorn in his side. This foe was the fabled Belmont family. Sadly, Cuaran's power was too great and the Belmont's valiant struggle was brought to an end. Eventually, all of mainland Europe was in his control. He then turned his attention to the last four remaining free nations.
These nations were known as Ireland, England, Wales, and Scotland. In 689 A.D, England, Scotland, and Wales were taken. Ireland was the only one that remained. Finally, in 794 A.D, the attack on Ireland began. And Ireland, too, fell.
Shortly before Ireland fell, druids prophesized that three warriors from three great nations shall rise up and end Cuaran's reign of terror. Our story begins with the birth of one of the three heroes one night in Cork, Ireland in the year 840 A.D.
Night 1: March to Cork
The stormy skies matched my emotions well. My unit was on the road heading for my hometown of Cork. The lieutenant said that if the general's plan is successful, our retaking of the town would result in us gaining a foothold on that undead bucket of pond scum. I beg to differ. Other than my feeling of sorrow, fear is present.
I don't think we will last long fighting against beings of great power. Oh well, I guess it's worth a try.
"Oi!" The lieutenant called to me. "Conchobhar, a fháil do cheann as do asal! (Conchobhar, get your head out of your ass!)"
"Sea, a dhuine uasail (Yes, sir)," I reply in Gaelge.
"Táimid ag beagnach Corcaigh (We are nearing Cork)," The lieutenant warns us. "Bheith ar garda! (Be on guard!)"
A couple of nervous coughs could be heard. It doesn't feel like I'm the only one who thinks this mission is intimidating anymore because of it. Fifteen minutes pass and my old home is in view. It's building are ash and full of burning fire.
We were too late. Suddenly, loud thumping could be heard. It drew closer and closer until a humanoid shape came into view. It was big, blue, wore simple white garbs, and had one eye shut.
"Tá ag gach duine, a chur seasamh! (Everyone, take position!)"
We all got into a battle stance. Swords were drawn, archers took aim, and the tension thickened.