"Very little remains of recorded historic relations between Elves and Vampires, except in the horror stories and folktale passed down in the different tribes of Xadia. The most accurate records are believed to be in possession of the Startouch Clans, whom guard them ferocio usly.
However, it is believed that, in the midst of Vlad Dracula Tepes' reign, there was a temporary peace between Elves and their predators. For a time, some open-minded tribes would donate blood to keep the local vampires fed while the vampires would share some of the unique magic they possessed with the elves; hence was how the first Ghouls came to be."
Personal log of the Alucard, Anti-Dracula.
"Though Lycan had become a quasi-outcast among his people, his childhood sweetheart and lover, Lupe, accompanied him on his journeys. It was after a night of passion that, in the following morning, Lupe learnt her physical capabilities had greatly increased; she had developed magical abilities similar, though less powerful, to Lycan's."
Excerpt from the Chronicles of Lycan, the First Werewolf.
Prince Ezran was never a morning person. Spending his free time exploring tunnels and secret passageways in Castle Katolis and often staying awake at night to share exploring stories with his brother, tended to leave the crown prince a little too clingy to his bed, in the following morning. The morning was evil, as he once said. And all that was exacerbated by the Lupin Curse. Following a night of full moon and the ensuing exhausting transformation, Ezran could sleep until noon.
Yet, today was the complete opposite. The previous night, on their way up the Cursed Caldera, Ezran had gotten so upset he turned werewolf. To make matters worse, it wasn't even a full moon. And he wound up injuring Ellis, the explorer girl that so kindly helped them get here. On the bright side, the 'mystery healer' revealed herself to be a moonshadow elf mage who helped Ellis as best as she could and allowed them to stay in for the night.
All those events would make anyone else want to stay in bed for the day. But not Ezran, not today. Today he felt oddly refreshed and full of energy. At least, his body felt so. As for his mind…
"Ugh. How can I feel so pumped up and so tired, at the same time? Any ideas, Zym?" the boy asked the dragon egg that sat beside him on the grass, just outside of the room where they stayed the night.
"Yeah, me neither." with a resolute sigh, Ezran lied back down to gaze at the cloudy sky. Something silver fell upon his sight. It was a lock of his own hair, which he pushed away. To add another change to his body, courtesy of the curse.
His nose wrinkled at the thought. More than once he overheard Callum whispering about 'body changes', but when Ezran would ask him about it, the older brother would shut him down with jittery excuses.
"Puberty, whatever it is, sounds weird." he blurted out his thoughts.
"I can agree to that." Rayla leaped out of the trees behind him, startling him a little. She winked. "But don't expect me to give you any pointers."
"No, thanks. Also, nice entrance."
"Not my best one, though." she sat beside him. "So, what's on your mind?"
Ezran exhaled. "Last night."
"That was a night." Rayla's mood fell a little. Of course they would have to talk about the dragon in the room.
"I'm sorry…" she silenced him with a hand.
"Don't even go there, little prince. It wasn't your fault. We don't know how this curse of yours works."
Her words barely made him feel better, but her presence and acceptance was enough to appease his troubled spirit.
"Thanks, Rayla. I mean it. This dumb curse is getting out of control but when I'm with you, everything feels more kind of maneagle." he put his hand over hers, making the elf just a tad surprised.
"Oh, you're welcome, Ez."
She found the prince staring hypnotically with those yellow eyes of his. "I really, really like you." he said as he slowly approached her.
But the moment was cut short by a shout from behind the pair. "STOP!"
They turned to see none other than Prince Callum, looking ragged like he had just climbed the mountain on his own. He looked worried sick but also furious. However, the strange thing about him was the fact that he… sparkled in the sun light?
"Callum!"
The newcomer shouted. "Get away from her, Ezran!"
"Hey, it's okay, Callum. She's not going to hurt me." the younger prince tried to appease him, but to no avail.
"Oh, I know she won't. But I will!" Callum made a beeline for the pair. He promptly grabbed the elf by the shoulders and pushed Ezran away. His furious glare was aimed at his little brother.
"Don't ever put your paws all over her, wolf-boy! Rayla is mine! I watch her sleep, every night, without her knowledge or consent! That alone is proof enough we belong together."
Ezran, who up until then wanted to resolve the encounter peacefully, growled at his sibling. "Big deal, fang-face! I'll just imprint on her future kid because having the hots for my future niece proves I love Rayla more than you do! Right Rayla?"
The elf, who had remained silent and unexpressive the whole time, spoke in a so uncharacteristically passionless voice. "Sorry, Ezran. But you're too much of a lovesick puppy for me. I'd rather be with Callum. It's just, he gives off this crazy possessive vibe. Plus, he clearly sees me as an object rather than a person. And I'm totally into that stuff."
Ezran smirked. "You see, she loves me."
Callum sneered. "No, you brain-dead dog in denial. She loves me."
Suddenly and without explanation, Rayla walked over to Ezran and hugged him, putting her head against his small chest. "Sure. M'kay. Of course I love you more than anyone else, Ezran. You're the one I'm destined for."
What followed was a game of going back-and-forth, with Rayla changing her mind to be with the other guy, regardless of what she may have said beforehand. All the while, her face was deprived of emotion. As for the cursed princes, they argued and barked threats at each other, coming close to exchanging blows but never actually throwing hands. Talk about blue-balling.
Until finally Rayla surrendered completely to Callum's sparkly visage and got married and had a daughter and Ezran would come to love said daughter (who was also his niece) and they all lived happily ever after.
"...and they all lived happily ever after." Lujanne put down her pen and turned to her audience, a grin stretched on her face, ear to ear. "So what do you think of my fanfiction about your adventure?"
Said audience were Rayla and Ezran, chained up to chairs and gagged. Their expressions were those of trauma caused by pure horror.
The maniacal grin never wavering, Lujanne got up. "My wards tell me young Callum has just arrived at the Nexus. Well, I shall offer him my invitation to join us. I'm sure he will be delighted to give his input on my fanfic."
Without another word she left the dark and cold basement where her audience (aka prisoners) continued silently staring into the void.
APRIL FOOLS! LOL!
I've been waiting to write this since I posted the Lujanne poll on my profile page. I won't remove this chapter though, even when the story officially continues. Please, review this. Tell me at which point did you figure out it was a prank?
