Chapter 1:
Message: ok… I'm going to start this book with; thanks of inspiration from Tara-troll who wrote the worst book in the world my immortal and my immortal2, which I think is the best thing ever. So thanks, Tara if you read this.
"Gerard, wake up! You were supposed to keep watch this morning at dawn!"
"Then why didn't you wake me up?" I say. "Hmph…" says the guard. Then he goes away into the rising morning sun, of silivestai, they star land of the vampires, and draconights. I am a 17 year old boy, who is half vampire, and half whatever I am… I don't know what the heck I was; my parents abandoned me when I was 8. Because they were afraid of what I might become. My violet eyes who scared the damn out of every one, which was a warning that I was dangerous, just like a dragon but I didn't have any thing common with dragons. I have brown hair, but my hair is covered by the vampire military hood of the cloak I am wearing.
I was 14 when he enrolled him self in the military. I was tortured when I could not do something, hit if I was scared, and whipped if I did not understand. I was being molded into a weapon. Apparently I was supposed to keep a watch over the Charr who now running wild over the, vast dead desert, destroyed by war. The Charr were becoming smarter, and less into reckless barbarians who did what they like, and wanted. I had heard that they were all coming under one leader who called him self the messenger of Rolthisese the god of the heart. His messenger was supposed to be a massive Charr that looked like he was a god. But he wasn't he was called Ragnar Thelios, the son of a traitor to the Charr.
The scouts that confirmed this were almost wiped out completely, only 14 made it left out of the 80 that went. They were said to be out number by 700 Charr. I knew that we would not live a force of greater than 5000 Charr. But the scouts found the impossible. 300000 Charr living in the desert in a huge round camp around the middle of the desert. I got out of bed, and started to walk to the stable to get some blood from the animals that were there. I noticed that the animals where scared… well more scared then usual. I asked to the man beside me, who apparently was tending the sheep, "Why are all the animals so restless?" the man said, "They are scared of the Charr who have gathered here to kill every thing in their path."