The story of Natalia Gabriella de Cronos
Chapter 1
Rustling came from the trees. Few branches snapped under the figure's feet. Nothing but a black blur was made of the person. Who was this man, or woman for that matter? The gentle clinking of metals gently rapping against hard, solid bark emitted from the moving creature. A loud, ear bursting hiss was heard as a large arrow shot through the sky, slicing through the trees at the figure. A loud splattering noise was heard before a man, looking around his 40s, fell to the ground with a loud crash. The man's short blonde hair, which reached to the tips of his pointed ears and curved a bit upwards, was matted down and stained with his blackening blood. One of his darkly colored blue eyes was sealed shut by a large cut that split through his left eyelid down to his cheek, the other eye holding only anger and hatred for whom shot him down. A black and red noble coat was clipped around his neck, covering most of his finely made clothing. A black swordsman's shirt covered his breast and abdomen a bit loosely yet it fit him quite well. A pair of black and red fencing pants was held up by a black leather belt, also holding an empty sheath. It seemed that the divine yet strong sword had been taken or hidden from its rightful owner. A pair of medieval black leather boots on his feet. His outfit was ripped and covered in blood. His shirt was so tattered and ripped that it showed the battle many battle scars, and many new ones too, that lay across his chest. His cape was tattered as well, his trousers not too good kept together either. A dark figure with a large bow and a large sword came out of the distance and stood over the injured man. A glint of moonlight emitted from his pearly white canines. "It's time for your end, vampire. Your head will make me rich!" The dark figure, seeming to be a male slayer, pulled out a long, wooden stake and lifted it up into the air. This is my end, thought the man. I never thought a filthy mortal would strike me down this far. Damnit! Just then, the figure of a woman jumped out of the bushes and kicked the stake out of the slayer's grasp. "How dare you strike a vampire whom you know is stronger than you!" The woman seemed to be in her late 30s. Her long blonde hair reached down to her waist when down, but since it was up in a ponytail it went down to the middle of her back. She, too, had piercing blue eyes yet they were so much lighter than the male vampire's. She wore a pair of black trews (another name for pants) that fit her quite well and a black female swordsman's shirt. She held a demonically decorative hilted sword with the embroidery of a skull with spikes sticking out from its head, otherwise known as an Anathar Sword of Power. "Are you alright m'lord?" the woman asked in a gently serious tone. Before the man could answer, everything went black and he had passed out. A few hours later, he awoke in a strange room, lying on a very comfortable bed. He sat up and grimaced in pain. He looked around with his one usable eye. "Where am I?" He asked as he looked upon his bandaged body. The woman walked in and sat in a chair by his side. "So, I see you have awakened m'lord. I'm glad you survived that terrible dilemma. Now, I suppose I should introduce myself before you ask. I am Siselia Adriana van Cray." The man nodded at Siselia. "I am Stephan Santana de Cronos. I thank you for saving my life. Is there any way I can ever repay you?" Siselia smiled and shook her name. "The grace of your name and your thanks is enough of a repayment for me." Stephan gave her a small smile. "Again, I thank you, Siselia."