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Chapter 1: Beginning of the End
Beyond the dark forest where no mortal man dare tread and within the great castle that was assumed to have long since been abandoned, there was an ominous growl that echoed throughout the halls of the foreboding structure. Years…..decades….centuries have passed since the last known king inhabited the castle and yet it was as if it had been frozen in time…large curtains covered the windows as if to block out the world, the tapestries still in perfect condition, the chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, all the furniture was still in one piece, suits of armour stood proudly in the hallways…not a speck of dust or dirt to be seen…it was as if magnificent castle was still being well kept by countless servants just like it would've been when the king still ruled and yet there was no one around, not a soul in sight…except for a great black beast which made its way into a large throne room. The beast appeared to be a hound of some kind, standing at a startling height of 6ft 8, with shaggy fur as black as a starless night and with crimson eyes that held a murderous gleam, its sights fixed upon its master who sat languidly upon the throne. This individual sat with his right elbow upon the armrest of the throne and his head leaning on his right hand while his own crimson eyes watched the approaching hound, taking in the creature's anxious state and listened to its growls as they echoed within the vast throne room.
"Ah animalul meu, ce probleme ai asa? Ești atât de agitat în această zi.", ("Ah my pet, what troubles you so? You are so restless this day.)
The man stood from his throne and walked towards the beast, its height allowing him to look it right in the eyes as he spoke. "Ceva a atras atenția nu le-a? Arată-mi.", (Something has grabbed your attention has it not? Show me."), the man placed his hand upon the creature's head and closed his eyes, using his powers to search for the answers that he sought until he found them…having seen what was plaguing his pet monster's mind, the man let out a maniacal laughter that echoed within the room. "Deci animalul meu, ești obosit de așteptare? Fiți răbdători, pentru că va avea în curând premiul nostru. Am avut să aștepte ca floare mica noastră ar putea să crească, dar odată ce infloreste, atunci ea va fi a mea ...", ("So my pet, you are tired of waiting? Be patient, for we will soon have our prize. We have had to wait so that our little flower could grow, but once she blooms then she will be mine…"). The man then turned to go sit upon his throne once more; once he was seated he merely snapped his fingers and a golden goblet appeared in his hand filled with a red liquid. The hound let out a soft growl that could almost be mistaken for a purr after hearing its master's words before walking to the side of the throne and laying itself upon the ground, its head resting on the armrest while its master scratched him behind the ears. The man couldn't stop the maniacal grin from appearing on his face as he thought of his "prize". "Curând micul meu pisoi, în curând ..." ("Soon my little kitten, soon..."). With that thought in mind he took a sip from his goblet before making it disappear, then leaned back in his throne and closed his eyes. To anyone else it would appear that he was resting but that wasn't the case, he was in fact using his powers to look beyond the castle walls…..beyond the forest that surrounded his domain until he came upon his target….all he had to do was watch… and wait…
Seras Victoria Vânător stood absolutely still, her gaze fixed upon the target as she raised her bow and set the arrow in place…..she eased her breathing before taking in a deep breath and pulling the string of her bow back…..not once did her eyes leave the target…..she took aim and release the string, the arrow shot through the air faster than what the eye could see and with deadly precision embedded itself into its target….
"Bravo meu mai mic pisoi!" ("Bravo my little kitten!")
Seras spun around at the sound of her father's voice and as soon as she saw him she couldn't help but launch herself into his waiting arms and hugging him tightly while smiling up at him."Tată!", ("Father!") Gavril Vânător chuckled at his daughter's actions, soon she would 18 years old and yet she still managed to act like a little girl at times, well she would always be his little girl. "Ah meu mai mic pisoi, mereu aici practicarea cu arc și ca întotdeauna niciodată nu e dor de tine, ești cu adevărat fiica tatălui tău."("Ah my little kitten, always out here practising with your bow and as always you never miss, you really are your father's daughter"), Givral spoke with a smile on his face as he looked at where Seras' arrow sat, embedded in the target which she had placed up against a lone tree which stood about 300ft away from them, he couldn't help but feel immense pride in his daughter's skills, next to him she was the best hunter in town.
"I'm pretty sure I could teach you a thing or two, old man", Seras couldn't help but tease her father. True, his youthful days were long since gone and he had a wrinkle and grey hair here and there but he was still a fit and handsome man, with a height of 6ft 2 and fairly muscular body, his skin slightly tanned from being outside every day, thick black hair and striking deep blue eyes… Gavril Vânător at age 35 was still able to catch the eye of any woman who walked by him. "Iz that a challenge little one?", Gavril asked while smirking down at Seras, although his English had much improved over the year thanks to his wife, he still had the slight Romanian accent every time he spoke, not that it bothered him or his family at all, in fact his wife even told him how appealing it was to her to hear his accent, so of course he always spoke English at home so as to please his beloved.
Seras couldn't help but giggle at hearing her father's words, "Oh tată, let's not start with that, mama will surely scold us if we're late for supper again!" , Both the blue eyed hunters gave a slight shudder at the thought of Mrs Vânător's fury. Gavril nodded to Seras before saying, "Ah but of course you are right, collect your arrows and then we will go home." With that said, Seras rushed over to where her practise target hung on the tree and quickly removed her arrows before rushing back to where her father stood, "I'm ready!", she grinned up at her father while they began their journey home. The area in which Seras practised her archery was on the other side of their little town so that she was away from everything and everyone so as to avoid an unfortunate accidents or injuries. Unfortunately, the Vânător's home was on the complete opposite side of town and in order to get home they had to walk across town and deal with the harsh glares given to them by the townsfolk. Seras had received these glares for as long as she could remember and yet she could never get over the hate she felt from them. Of course some of the people didn't look upon her with just hate or disgust, the men often watched her with lustful gazes and the eyed her body as she walked. Gavril couldn't help but feel his blood boil whenever he saw the way that men looked at his little girl…if any of them so much as lay a finger on her he'll skin them alive and use their remains as hunting bait. Now Seras wasn't oblivious to the looks that she received but so long as the men kept their distance then she would be able to ignore them…though there have been a few occasions where they said and suggested some rather…..crude and vulgar things to her and even tried to touch her…in each of those occasions she's had to show the men exactly how pissed off she can get when provoked, let's just say that it didn't end well for the men or rather it didn't end well for the parts of them that made them male.
As soon as Gavril and his daughter arrived at their home they bother let out a drawn out sigh, "You would swear they have nothing better to do…", Seras couldn't help but grumble under her breath, "Ignore them little one, zey are ignorant foolz…", though Gavril didn't show it, the horrible treatment his family got from his own people tore at his heart and filled him with rage…so what if his wife is English? Where a person comes from or what language they speak should not matter…it certainly didn't make one bit of difference to him when he fell in love with her and it still doesn't! "Tată!", Gavril was forced from his thoughts when he heard Seras, only just realizing that she had been speaking to him this whole time, "Zorry Seras, what did you zay?", Seras just shook her head and said, "Never mind, let's go inside." and with that Seras walked through the front door of their home and was immediately greeted by the smells of her mother's cooking. "Mama, we're home!", at the sound of her daughter's voice Sarah came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face as she saw her precious girl and beloved husband. "Welcome home you two, I was beginning to wonder if you would make it home on time this time.", at this both Seras and Gavril looked at each other and gave a nervous laugh. Shaking her head, Sarah looked between the two of them and immediately pursed her lips at the sight of Seras' attire….honestly you two, a lady wearing trousers….it was unheard of! Sadly Seras would not be swayed; as a child she insisted upon wearing boys clothing much to her mother's dismay but thankfully as she got older her mother was able to convince her to wear something a bit more….feminine and flattering. So now Seras chose to wear a; white blouse with gold embroidery on it which her mother had made for her, a black bustier which made Seras appear even slimmer and her breasts larger, black pants which fit her like a second skin and black riding boots. Sarah made peace with the fact that that's about as feminine as Seras was going to get. She was dragged out her thoughts when she heard a rather loud growl coming from her husband's stomach, "Alright you two, go was your hands while I set the food out.", immediately Gavril stepped forward to wrap his arms around his wife and gave her chaste kiss upon her lips, "Your wish is my command, my beautiful English rose." With that said he released her and went to go wash his hands, leaving behind his giggling daughter and blushing wife. "Mama I thought you would be used to that by now!" , Seras teased her still blushing mother, "I can't help it, your father just has this effect on me, no hush up and go wash your hands young lady.", with that Seras gave her mother a mock salute before following her father's lead to go get cleaned up.
Supper time was always a happy time for the small family. This was the time they used to talk and laugh and simply forget the outside world, but of course just like in every family discussion there are those awkward moments… "So Seras you'll be 18 years old tomorrow…..and there's lots of handsome young men in the town…..", hearing this both Gavril and Seras glanced at each other before looking at Sarah "Mama please don't start that again….", Seras released a frustrated sigh for she knew her mother would not drop this subject, Sarah had been hinting for quite some time that Seras should find a young man to marry, something about her not staying young forever and that men don't want an old maid for a bride or whatever such nonsense…. "Really Seras you need to think of these things and besides there's quite a few young men in town that have their eyes on you….", "Mama the only things they focus on when they see me are my breasts!", Seras was becoming more and more irritated by the second, "Don't be so crude! Anyway I know one of them would make a good husband….", "If any of thoze filthy swine goes near my daughter I will zee to it that zey die a slow and painful death!", Gavril stated with a menacing expression on his face. "Don't worry tată…no one will want to marry me…I'm corcitură (mongrel/ half-breed) remember?", after Seras spoke she looked away from her parents and the house was bathed in silence. Gavril stared wide eyed at his only child, his precious daughter who was the spitting image of her mother except for her eyes….while Sarah had chocolate brown eyes, Seras had inherited his deep blue eyes. Sarah had her hands over her mouth and also stared wide eyed at Seras before getting up to hold her daughter, even though Seras had spoken so casually about the cruel name the townspeople had given to her, her parents knew that it hurt her greatly. For a few minutes more Gavril could only sit and watched the two most important women in his life hold each other before he stood up and approached them, enveloping them in a protective embrace. "I never want to hear you call yourzelf that ever again, underztood? You are my daughter, the blood of thiz land and itz people flowz within you….you carry the blood of your mother and her people….that makez you special my darling for you carry the blood of two proud and noble nations and these…fools who cannot zee how special you are, are not worth a moment'z thought…and if one day a young man does seek to marry my beloved daughter then he'd better be a king amongst men in order to win the hand and heart of my princess…", Seras had to force back her tears after hearing her father's words, deeply touched by what he said. The family stayed that way for a few moment's longer before they returned to their supper….if only they knew it would be the last supper that they would share together…..
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I hope that my translations didn't irritate you guys :3 Unfortunately I need to have the translations in the paragraphs so that you guys can understand and follow the story properly. Reviews please and thank you!
Phixora