Kindred Spirits
Prologue
"The Good Want Power, But to Weep Bitter Tears. The Wise Want Love, and Those that Love Want Wisdom"
P. B. Shelly
"Prometheus Unbound"
"He is not a warrior, he is not a scholar nor a philosopher, why then would you consider this one for the embrace?" The man's thick accent coloring his words as he pondered the illogic of his sire's intended action.
"He has a deep passion for life, he is most certainly a survivor." She was adamant, decided.
"A survivor perhaps, but still, what use would he be to us?" The male was leaning against a pillar in a non-descript building overlooking the teeming marketplace and the nearby starport. The building was dilapidated, true, but it was abandoned, unnoticed and most importantly completely cut off from the light of this worlds twin suns.
"We are new to this age, Willhelm, we need new blood to help ease us into these times or we leave ourselves sorely vulnerable. This Mortal is truly product of his age, his understanding of it is unsurpassed, who better to teach us?" The woman stood next to the man, a pale shroud covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes and auburn hair visible. None of the passing people even glanced at the pair.
"If this is your will, mistress, I will bring him into the clan this night. Though I question the wisdom of this, I do not doubt your motives."
"No. This matter calls for extreme delicacy, I shall embrace him myself. This night I will leave our haven, and when I return we shall be a clan once more." The woman walked quietly away from him, but she easily heard his whispered words.
"As you wish, Ecaterina. I pray we are making the correct assessment of this mortal."
Prologue
"The Good Want Power, But to Weep Bitter Tears. The Wise Want Love, and Those that Love Want Wisdom"
P. B. Shelly
"Prometheus Unbound"
"He is not a warrior, he is not a scholar nor a philosopher, why then would you consider this one for the embrace?" The man's thick accent coloring his words as he pondered the illogic of his sire's intended action.
"He has a deep passion for life, he is most certainly a survivor." She was adamant, decided.
"A survivor perhaps, but still, what use would he be to us?" The male was leaning against a pillar in a non-descript building overlooking the teeming marketplace and the nearby starport. The building was dilapidated, true, but it was abandoned, unnoticed and most importantly completely cut off from the light of this worlds twin suns.
"We are new to this age, Willhelm, we need new blood to help ease us into these times or we leave ourselves sorely vulnerable. This Mortal is truly product of his age, his understanding of it is unsurpassed, who better to teach us?" The woman stood next to the man, a pale shroud covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes and auburn hair visible. None of the passing people even glanced at the pair.
"If this is your will, mistress, I will bring him into the clan this night. Though I question the wisdom of this, I do not doubt your motives."
"No. This matter calls for extreme delicacy, I shall embrace him myself. This night I will leave our haven, and when I return we shall be a clan once more." The woman walked quietly away from him, but she easily heard his whispered words.
"As you wish, Ecaterina. I pray we are making the correct assessment of this mortal."