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The meeting had been disbanded a few minutes later in chaos, and I slipped out the main doors, pushing through the throng of vampires. Half way back to my room Seba Nile joined me. "Is it true, Darren?" Has Rarven Herungy returned? I thought he was dead." Unlike the vampires in the hall, he did not seemed pleased about this vampires return; he looked concerned and anxious.
"Yes he has. I saw him. What's so special about him, anyway, Seba?" I asked.
Seba looked startled "Oh of course, you would not know the significance of this mans return to us, or his past. Us Vampires are not ones for writing things down, but due to it's strange nature, this story is well documented. Come with me. I think I may have a copy, somewhere..."
Once we got Seba's room he began to tell bits of the story, more to himself than me, really, rambling slightly, something I'd never seen clever, measured talker Seba do before, as he searched for the book.
"Rarven's story is one of Vampire legend, and now he has returned, well, we shall see, we shall see, maybe it means, no, I'm not sure..."
Finally he found the book and handed it to me. "This is only my version of the story. I heard it from a general on my first trip here, and recorded it."
I opened the dusty red cover and read:
"In the past many vampires in the world liked to keep company in large groups of their kind, like teams. Now, nearly all vampires will not worry over fighting a friend, and enjoy the lighthearted competition. However there was a time when these teams did not fight among themselves in the team, just against other teams. It was more like sport than anything else.
For a while these groups flourished, with friendly fighting, sometimes resulting in death, but that is the way of the vampire. The teams or as the vampires called them "sets" had names, and were usually about the size of twenty. And at one times it was believed there were over 180 sets in the world. There were many more vampires then, of course.
It should be noted, at this point, that this idea of sets is not agreed with historically by many vampires. Indeed, at the time the group of princes were quite ashamed of these sets. They believed a vampire does not need friends, and should fight for himself, not a team, like the idea of sets promoted.
Our story concerns one Set known as "Claw." One of their members was a general, quite young, liked by all, and commonly thought of as a possible candidate to become Prince. His name was Rarven Herungy.
Rarven worked mainly as a spy, looking into the Vampaneeze, as it was believed it was a good idea to keep an eye on them. The Vampaneeze, of course did not like their privacy being invaded in this way. The Vampaneeze were aware of him, any many times he fought them and got away.
However, on one dark, stormy night when Rarven was not with his set, as he often travelled, (It was said to be dark and stormy, it may be dramatic effect) Rarvens set "Claw" made up of about 25 Vampires were surrounded by over 80 vampaneeze, searching for Rarven. Instead of fighting them, they captured them and tortured them, for information on Rarvens whereabouts, anything about him at all. Most Vampires in these sets would rather die than betray another, but by the following night, every one of Rarvens closest friends had betrayed him.
He was captured and bought before his friends. The vampaneeze taunted him with each and every fact of his friend's betrayal. It was said afterward, by members of "Claw" that survived, that he stood there taking the words in, not shedding a tear, as strong as a statue. At one time, they swear he even laughed.
What happened next was remarkable. Rarven asked for one last thing, before he died. A Vampaneeze gave him his word, and a Vampaneeze's word is an unbreakable promise. When asked what he wanted, he said. "Let my friends go." They had to, and the members of claw fled into the night.
Not much more is known, apart from the "sets" soon disbanded. Each and everyone of "claw" were killed by fellow vampires, or else by themselves for what they have done. It is believed Rarven Herungy is dead."
I stopped and glanced up at Seba. I uttered one word. "Wow!"
Seba smiled, "Wow, indeed."
Please tell me what you think it's a bit weird, I know, but I've done my best. Thank you.
The meeting had been disbanded a few minutes later in chaos, and I slipped out the main doors, pushing through the throng of vampires. Half way back to my room Seba Nile joined me. "Is it true, Darren?" Has Rarven Herungy returned? I thought he was dead." Unlike the vampires in the hall, he did not seemed pleased about this vampires return; he looked concerned and anxious.
"Yes he has. I saw him. What's so special about him, anyway, Seba?" I asked.
Seba looked startled "Oh of course, you would not know the significance of this mans return to us, or his past. Us Vampires are not ones for writing things down, but due to it's strange nature, this story is well documented. Come with me. I think I may have a copy, somewhere..."
Once we got Seba's room he began to tell bits of the story, more to himself than me, really, rambling slightly, something I'd never seen clever, measured talker Seba do before, as he searched for the book.
"Rarven's story is one of Vampire legend, and now he has returned, well, we shall see, we shall see, maybe it means, no, I'm not sure..."
Finally he found the book and handed it to me. "This is only my version of the story. I heard it from a general on my first trip here, and recorded it."
I opened the dusty red cover and read:
"In the past many vampires in the world liked to keep company in large groups of their kind, like teams. Now, nearly all vampires will not worry over fighting a friend, and enjoy the lighthearted competition. However there was a time when these teams did not fight among themselves in the team, just against other teams. It was more like sport than anything else.
For a while these groups flourished, with friendly fighting, sometimes resulting in death, but that is the way of the vampire. The teams or as the vampires called them "sets" had names, and were usually about the size of twenty. And at one times it was believed there were over 180 sets in the world. There were many more vampires then, of course.
It should be noted, at this point, that this idea of sets is not agreed with historically by many vampires. Indeed, at the time the group of princes were quite ashamed of these sets. They believed a vampire does not need friends, and should fight for himself, not a team, like the idea of sets promoted.
Our story concerns one Set known as "Claw." One of their members was a general, quite young, liked by all, and commonly thought of as a possible candidate to become Prince. His name was Rarven Herungy.
Rarven worked mainly as a spy, looking into the Vampaneeze, as it was believed it was a good idea to keep an eye on them. The Vampaneeze, of course did not like their privacy being invaded in this way. The Vampaneeze were aware of him, any many times he fought them and got away.
However, on one dark, stormy night when Rarven was not with his set, as he often travelled, (It was said to be dark and stormy, it may be dramatic effect) Rarvens set "Claw" made up of about 25 Vampires were surrounded by over 80 vampaneeze, searching for Rarven. Instead of fighting them, they captured them and tortured them, for information on Rarvens whereabouts, anything about him at all. Most Vampires in these sets would rather die than betray another, but by the following night, every one of Rarvens closest friends had betrayed him.
He was captured and bought before his friends. The vampaneeze taunted him with each and every fact of his friend's betrayal. It was said afterward, by members of "Claw" that survived, that he stood there taking the words in, not shedding a tear, as strong as a statue. At one time, they swear he even laughed.
What happened next was remarkable. Rarven asked for one last thing, before he died. A Vampaneeze gave him his word, and a Vampaneeze's word is an unbreakable promise. When asked what he wanted, he said. "Let my friends go." They had to, and the members of claw fled into the night.
Not much more is known, apart from the "sets" soon disbanded. Each and everyone of "claw" were killed by fellow vampires, or else by themselves for what they have done. It is believed Rarven Herungy is dead."
I stopped and glanced up at Seba. I uttered one word. "Wow!"
Seba smiled, "Wow, indeed."
Please tell me what you think it's a bit weird, I know, but I've done my best. Thank you.
