Chapter 1-Shooting Star
There is much that goes
on, many battles fought to save humankind, that humans don't know of. Their was
one great fight that surpassed them all. Humankind fate was placed upon a young
mans shoulders, my shoulders. This is my tale and if I will tell you of it then
I'm going to start from the beginning:
He was a blessing, he just
showed up one day out of nowhere. He was the one I ran to when shit got heavy
such as when my wicked aunt was being a total bitch or my day was totally fucked
up ( which happened a lot). He was pretty much my world, pitiful as it seems.
Today I happened to drag
him and I do mean literally drag his ass to a party. We decided to leave early
because he sure as hell wasn't lying when he said he didn't do well in the whole
'party scene'.
Seron and I were talking
about something trivial while we walked down the street. We bypassed the
sidewalk for a little dirt road, it was a shortcut that I had used many times,
but as you can figure out that this time was different. As we walked quietly in
the dark he had his arm loosely around my shoulder. Seron was always an
affectionate person and though I'd love to say he was only like that with me, it
wasn't true. I relished in his arm around me because I knew that was as close as
I was going to get to him holding me. But then I felt Seron's hand go rigid, I
looked up at him and he was still and tense.
"It is time." An unknown
voice said. I looked in the direction and could barely make out a figure.
"
Time...um its 12:30" I
said thinking that I didn't hear him properly and that he was probably asking
for the time.
"Do not talk in matters
that you do not know." He said in a manner that left no wonder if he was annoyed
or not.
"What is it that
you want. I am not to return till the end of the year. I have 2 months to go." I looked
at Seron in astonishment. What the fuck is he talking about? Is he leaving, is
he going somewhere?
"It is time." The voice
said again.
"Father said I could stay
until I turned 57 years old." Seron said and that left me more confused. 57
years old? Yeah if he's 57 then I must be fucking a thousand because he was
notorious for having a baby face. If you hadn't talked to him you would have
thought he was only 16!
"Their has been a change
in matters Seron. Our lord has fallen today. Great evil has come, the prophecy
points to you. You must come and take your rightful place, my lord. You have a
kingdom to rule, Where is our hope?" The man said solemnly.
"It is with me." Seron
said looking at me gravely.
"What the fuck is going on. What the hell is he talking about Seron?" I said, I was starting to get really freaked out by all of this and before Seron could respond I felt a sharp pain go thru my whole body and then I blacked out.
I slowly stood up out of
the comforters and then I realized I wasn't wearing my clothes. I had on a pair
of black pants that looked like leather, but they didn't feel it. It was if I
had the lightest material ever on. I had to look down twice to make sure I
actually did have pants on. My chest was bare, much to my dislike since it was a
little chilly.
I walked slowly to the
door and was totally freaked out because before I could go to open it, it opened
all by itself as if it had a mind of its own. I walked out into the hallways and
crept along the walls out into a grand hall. The floors itself looked like it
was made of white gold with gold trimmings. The walls were painted with such
lifelike images and had a weird language written on it.
I walked that hallway for
what seemed like months but probably was only an hour. I was soon getting
discouraged, it seemed as if the hallway had no ending. I turned to go back to
my room and was surprised to see that I was only a few steps away from it. It
couldn't be! I've been walking for forever, the images on the walls were
changing as I went on, theirs no way that I only made it fucken 12 steps from
the door. I ran in my room and curled myself in a ball at the head of the bed. I
was either going crazy or this was a really, really vivid dream.
"Sire would like to see
you know." I recognized that voice from last night. I looked up to see a man
dressed in the same leather looking pants as me. With a long leather coat and a
black wife beater under it with a cross that shone brightly around his neck. He
looked to be 6'1, about 170 pounds of pure muscle give or take a few pounds. His
hair flowed down his back, almost to his butt. His skin looked like it was
kissed by the sun, square jaw and full lips. But his greatest feature was his
eyes, they were the same shade of Seron's, but were totally different. Passion,
strength, cunning was paretically pouring from them.
"Tristan! Tristan!" He
didn't quite shout but said over and over firmly. I quickly snapped out of it
and shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs.
"Tristan is your name, is
it not?" He asked looking at me with a smirk.
"Yeah and yours?" I asked
curiously.
"Sephlous Taome (Se-f-lous
Tah-ome)" he said.
"Where the hell am I?
Where's Seron? What the hell is going on here?" I said starting to shoot
questions at him.
"You will know in time,
but for now you need to come with." He said very nonchalantly. I stood up and
walked over to him figuring that I couldn't stay rolled up in a ball in that bed
all day. We walked out to the hallway and as we walked I kept looking back,
making sure that we were actually distancing ourselves from the bedroom door.
We soon made it to a
staircase. I looked up and I thought I would die. The staircase seemed to go on
and on and on. I couldn't help but ask "Am I suppose to walk up that?"
"Yes" was his reply and he
soon started making it up the stairs at a pace I would not be able to keep for
long. By the time I actually saw the end to the staircase I was collapsing all
over myself in exhaustion and we still had a long way to go to reach it. I
looked over at Sephlous who was quite a few steps above me who didn't even look
phased. He wasn't sweating, he wasn't out of breathe. He WAS staring down at me
looking utterly annoyed.
I couldn't help it, I had
to sit down and as soon as I did I was picked up and ran up the stair so swiftly
that I didn't have time to think, let alone react. We reached the top of the
stairs in a matter of seconds. Sephlous let me down and I just stared at him. He
still didn't look phased. Ok I know I'm skinny and all but picking up something
135 pounds and running up a staircase that looked to be at least 5 blocks and
not even breaking a sweat was weird as hell, it was damn near unhuman.
"All your questions will
have answers, but you must come." He said in his infamous nonchalant way. I
dumbly followed, a million and one thoughts racing through my head all at once.
We soon made it into a large room filled with people sitting on the floor
talking. I looked at all of them and saw one common trait, all of their eyes
were green. Sephlous started talking to this huge man and was whispering not too
softly "This can not be him?"
"Seron says it is, it is
written that he would know." The huge men said to Sephlous.
"It is not him. Look at
him. He is weak, quite pathetic, not much of a man at all." Sephlous said
staring at me, looking at me like I was pathetic. I felt my cheeks reddening
under their scrutiny.
I averted my eyes and then
I saw Seron lying on the bed. His eyes filled with tears, his face full of
sorrow. They must not have treated him as well as they treated me. I took off
running for him. As I was about to reach Seron, a man grabbed me and before I
could really think I picked him up and threw him clear across the giant room and
ran over to Seron and pulled him in my arms. He started to bawl when I held him
and then what I had just did hit me. I sat there holding Seron in complete
shock. I kept looking at where I was when I threw the man and where he landed.
What the fuck is going?
Every one sat up and stared
at me. I just continued to look at that spot and then I felt weird. Something
came over me. My eyes grew heavy but I wasn't tired and when I finally closed
my eyes, images and words that I never saw or knew were going thru my head
lightening fast. Their was a lot of stories, languages, spells and demons of
all sorts going thru me. Pictures of horrific things that even my imagination could
not conjure up were going thru my head. None of it made sense to me and then I
felt weak, really weak. I opened my eyes to see that I was floating above the
floor. When I realized what I was doing I just passed out.
I awoke and felt two
arms wrapped tightly around me. I looked around and the whole room was in
complete darkness, but the bed was illuminated by a white light. I looked up to
see Seron staring at me, his green eyes were now more brighter then I ever saw
them. "Seron what is going on here, I'm scared?" I whispered over to him.
" I have much to tell you
friend, much to tell you. I am part of a race, a species called Proeliator. We
are somewhat of a...hmmmm...a vampire." He said slowly. I looked up at him like
he was crazy and I slowly stared to pull away from him.
"What the hell are you
talking about Seron." I said when he pulled me back into him and held me there
with such force.
"Our species, race is
called Proeliator, warriors. A long, long time ago their was an uprising.
Proeliator split into two groups. These groups had very different viewpoints on
the world and its ways. The groups were called Belatricus and Vampires." He said
very quietly. At that information I struggled to get out of his hands but he
held me there tightly.
"Your scaring me Seron,
let me go!" I screamed at him.
"I will, after I finish
telling you everything." I looked up at him and nodded not because I wanted to
finish hearing his gibberish but because his grip on me was so tight that I
couldn't get out of it even if I wanted to.
"Our...um...species you could
say were born with powers. We could read minds, our strength is of power you
could only dream, we age extremely slowly, we run as fast as light, we are taught
from young wizardry. The Belatricus believed in leaving Noraah (middle earth)
to its own devices. We are opposed to the vampires who wanted to rule Noraah
(middle earth). They wanted humans to be their slaves. They started to take
over Noraah (middle earth), they would drink the blood of men who rallied against
them in front of their families and friends. They did it to scare the people,
so they wouldn't oppose them. Their was one king of the Proeliators, the king
of us and the vampires. Unfortunately he was on his dying bed. Their were two
heirs to the throne. They were to share the throne together, but one was evil
and was the king of the vampires. As the others was the king of the Belatricus.
It is said the warring among them led their father to death, but before
he went, the word of what the vampires were doing in the villages got to him.
He summoned up all his last strength and put a hex on them. That what they
despised most they would have to live off and the eviler the heart the more that
pure goodness would eat away at it. He thought it would make the Vampires hate
for the humans disperse seeing as now they needed them. He did not think they
were so evil that they would kill so many innocent humans to live. He thought
they would find hosts. Humans that would allow them to feed off of them, he was
sadly mistaken. They turned evil beyond his dreams" He said stopping to wipe a
tear from his eye.
"But their were pros and cons to being a vampire.
They're immortal, unlike us who just age very slowly. But they can not speak
the goodness of the lord. Blessings from God kill them. Such as the sun, such
as the cross for it is a symbol of a great blessing. They are weak compared to us,
but it is very rare for a man or woman to have more then 4 children here. Our process
for birth is quite different and they reproduce so quickly. But they're
offsprings do not hold the strength of their fathers. They're blood was too
tainted with that of the humans. In the 1200's there forces were getting smaller
and smaller. We thought for sure that they would not survive another hundred
years, but then they found out that they could turn humans. That they could make
humans one of them and now there are many of them. It is to the Belatricus to
keep them from enslaving or totally destroying Noraah (middle earth). It is a
great task since we are outnumbered, but they are out forced." He said in a
weary voice, in such a grave tone that I actually believed in all he said.
"Vampires you say." I
whispered, thinking of how I should be way more weirded out by this then I am.
"You know this story, it
is written in your blood. You are Specula, a ray of hope." He smiled down at me.
"What the fuck are you
talking about. This don't got shit to do with me, I am all human." I said giving
him that what-the-fuck-is-you-thinking look.
"Before the great
king died, he told us of a boy whose blood was pure and tainted. That he would
hold the key to the survival or destruction of Noraah (middle earth). That
his grandson down four generations will find him in Noraah (middle earth) the
year of his 56th and will befriend him. Went brought into the room of his death,
he will bare the mark of Specula above his left eye, the symbol of hope. I,
Seron am the grandson down four generation of the great king. The day I turned 56, I
traveled to Noraah (middle earth) alone. On my first arrival I saw a boy who
emanated great kindness and I knew without a doubt that he was the chosen one.
The he was Specula!" He said as he slowly let go of me.
"I have no scar above my
left eye Seron." I said to him as I sat up. He took a mirror from the bedside
table and handled it to me. What I saw left me breathless, sure enough above my
left eye was a scar. The scar looked like out of this world. It was made of
three stars that ran along side my eyebrow, it looked like liquid silver but on
the touch it was just skin. Going thru the stars was what looked like a shooting
star, it was a fiery red. I stared at myself for a few minutes. The only smart
thing I could say was "Holy shit!"
I looked back at Seron, he
was staring down at me with an amused face. "A boys blood who was pure and
tainted" I reiterated his words.
"Your parents did not confide in you before
they died, that you were adopted. Your real parents, well, your mother was a
powerful Belatricus who was raped by a group of Vampires. We are stronger then
they are because they were stripped of almost all their natural powers, but
still 30:1 is a great disadvantage. They have raped before, but the baby was
never strong enough to make it through and you, you're the one that did." He
said looking at me closely. It was all too much for me.
"How do I know that all
you say is true. " I said looking at him hoping to find a way out of all of
this. The fate of Noraah (middle earth) on the shoulders of a shmuck like me
seemed. Well, it seemed stupid.
"I do not have to convince
you, you know it already. You are trying to deny your rightful path. Your powers
are coming to you quickly. All the knowledge of your parents, the pure and the
tainted you have received. All their incantations, spells and such have come
back to you. The languages of the earth are known by you. Everything has come to
you. The images, the words, everything. You just don't understand them yet. They
will come to you on your second week, seventh nights rest. Come now, you need to
rest." He said and instantly I got tired. I fell asleep but not before seeing
the whole room illuminate and all the people that were their before were still
there.
We had just left a party.
We? Yes we, as in myself and my best friend of a year, who naturally I had the
world's biggest crush on. He was classically beautiful. I don't use that term
with men a lot. I think of men as gorgeous, handsome, but he...he was beautiful.
He was 6'2, about 165 and had that complexion that looked like he had a tan that
never went away. You know that sun kissed complexion. He was in all rights an
introvert. He kept to himself, but I didn't care because in my eyes he could do
no wrong. He in my opinion was what stories were made of, the very essence of
what dreams were. To put it in Laymen terms, he was the SHIT!
I awoke with a startle. I slowly got up and looked
around. The room was extravagant to say the least, full of exotic silks and
paintings. The bed was made of what looked to be gold. The sheets were smoother
then the best silk and softer then freshly whipped cotton candy.
To Be Continued...
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