Post by noburst on Nov 25, 2012 0:34:16 GMT -5
I don't remember much from my past....
My journal only tells me some of what happened in my past. I barely recall much of it. I remember the day that I fled from my family's farm. I vaguely remember a few good times in the taverns in villages I spent a day in. But the only thing that I remember clearly is one village in particular. They told me of a man who practiced dark magics and drank human blood. They warned me not to seek him out. Perhaps if I had listened my life may have been somewhat normal.
I sought him out, wanting to uncover the secrets he held. It was midnight when I found his cave. It seemed as if he knew I was coming. He greeted me warmly and brought me into his cave. I asked him why the villagers hated him. He explained that the villagers were ignorant and refused to understand what he was. He told me that he was immortal and much of the villager's stories were untrue.
I asked him if he could share some of his wisdom with me. I don't remember anything past that point, but when i awoke, I felt strange, I felt an unimaginable hunger. I realized that the villager's stories may have been somewhat true after all. I vaguely remember screams of terror and red. Those were dark days, it seems that only recently have I been able to truly awake from the blood-lust I have lived in since that night. Perhaps it was my luck, maybe I matured or perhaps it was intentional. I may never know, but what I do know is that I have absolutely no idea where I am.
This gutter is strangely comforting and I no longer only hunger, I seek to find others like me. I want to know if there are others that have met the strange man that I met in my homeland.
My journal only tells me some of what happened in my past. I barely recall much of it. I remember the day that I fled from my family's farm. I vaguely remember a few good times in the taverns in villages I spent a day in. But the only thing that I remember clearly is one village in particular. They told me of a man who practiced dark magics and drank human blood. They warned me not to seek him out. Perhaps if I had listened my life may have been somewhat normal.
I sought him out, wanting to uncover the secrets he held. It was midnight when I found his cave. It seemed as if he knew I was coming. He greeted me warmly and brought me into his cave. I asked him why the villagers hated him. He explained that the villagers were ignorant and refused to understand what he was. He told me that he was immortal and much of the villager's stories were untrue.
I asked him if he could share some of his wisdom with me. I don't remember anything past that point, but when i awoke, I felt strange, I felt an unimaginable hunger. I realized that the villager's stories may have been somewhat true after all. I vaguely remember screams of terror and red. Those were dark days, it seems that only recently have I been able to truly awake from the blood-lust I have lived in since that night. Perhaps it was my luck, maybe I matured or perhaps it was intentional. I may never know, but what I do know is that I have absolutely no idea where I am.
This gutter is strangely comforting and I no longer only hunger, I seek to find others like me. I want to know if there are others that have met the strange man that I met in my homeland.
