Red Blood
Destiny
The fangs lie on a mattress with a small impus hose attached to the right arm in a gray night. It looks like the Vampire was receiving a blood transfusion because of a failed incident that he did last afternoon. Brodella's country is not as beautiful as it seems during the day. There was a dangerous mysterious impression appearing on every side of the city as night fell. The howls of wolves from outside the valley were overwhelming once the half full moon appeared.
Fingers open eyes. He found a giant waiting beside the mattress he slept with the same size. That was Lunda.
“What happened?” Said Taring woke up slightly limped.
“You failed the test. Looks like you can only unite and control one element of the element that is metal. But your body is not ready for rejection. Fortunately your heart didn't break.”
“Now you've seen for yourself, I'm not the Chosen One.”
The fangs look at the small red hose attached to the hand. He thought that there was a blood supply flowing in from the impus sac filled with life fluid on top of his head. After careful attention to the blood bag the longer the more filled rather than the less. Taryngeal blood is being sucked all-out instead of receiving a transfusion. Naturally his head dizzy not playing along with the body weak powerless when awakened.
“What is this?”
“Taring, I told you before that my country has a dark side. I had thought that the presence of the last Vampire lineage could get rid of that side. But after witnessing this incident this afternoon I realized there was no hope anymore. You made me have no choice.”
“It's enough, Lunda!” The big hairy, sharp-clawed hand pulled Lunda like throwing a sack of weightless rice backwards. The hand belongs to Werewolf, “Finally, son of Kysta, we meet also.”
The werewolf changed into his human form again, Taring with sweat splattered said later, “who ... you?” His head was half empty with blood thinning.
“I am Bourga, king of Middle Earth leader of the Werewolves. I've been looking everywhere for ten years. I'm sure you have something that belongs to me.”
As soon as Taring saw more clearly into all the rooms, it turned out that the place was crowded with a bunch of Werewolf warriors. Only Lunda was Broden there.
“Lunda, can you tell me what the name of this dashing young man is?”
“Paduka, her name is Taring.”
“Pastly his full name is Prince Taring Vampirelia Astarius. If you don't know your marg name yet, that one should be a good last name.”
“Lunda .. Are you with this motherfucker?”
Thump! Plaque!
Fingers bleed, "be careful when you talk."
“Argh!”
“I told you, this country has a dark side. We have long been colonized as slaves by the Werewolves. I was hoping you could free us. But I was wrong. When you entered this city, all eyes were on you. You don't realize, there were several Werewolves from yesterday afternoon observing you both from inside and outside the city. But you're too absorbed in the grandeur of this place to be unaware of it all.”
Taring tried to get up to beat up the old giant.
“Enough!”
Thump!
“You ... Lunda .. was the first to tell my father's name. I guess we can be friends.”
“Sorry Taring. The only reason I treat you well is because we know your strength. You're too strong if handled in the usual way. I told you that the test you did last afternoon determined your fate. If you succeed, I'll never have the chance to install that bloodsucker and we Broden will be by your side forever. Everyone knows blood gives power to Vampires. But it also clarifies your own weaknesses.”
“Good work Lunda. I told you that this man will not make any changes to your people. He's a wild boy, a monster, an uncivilized demon who likes to slaughter citizens, if only you hadn't crippled him now, you would have died being slaughtered by him.”
Bourga strangled Taring's neck until it lifted high into the air. The white hair man's body no longer had the energy to wriggle. He's just straight.
“What do you want to say, Vampire boy?”
With a near-missing consciousness, Taring said, “where I went, I was always made into a material exchange. This is the third time. No matter where I go, this world is cruel. Usually when betrayed like this I will slaughter all of you mercilessly. But I got tired of going through the same plot three times. Just do what you want, I don't care anymore.”
The fangs fainted after saying the last sentence with a mouth full of blood. His blood was almost dry at this moment. Bourga dropped Taring back like a piece of cloth. Some bones were broken because they were beaten by Bourga. He's in a coma right now because he can't regenerate cells due to a lack of blood. If only his Ancestral Core did not exist, Taring would have already died.
Some werewolves guarding the door immediately carried Taring's body out of the palace in a crowd. It turned out that outside, the number of Werewolves wearing armor was far more in number until it crowded the city. Fortunately, the Lunda Palace can accommodate them all.
Bourga must have been paranoid about bringing this many soldiers just to meet the defenseless Vampires. The battle he had imagined earlier turned out to be much faster than expected without any casualties.
“Nah, Lunda, I am truly grateful to you because I did not need to do any fighting to catch the boy. Keep loyal to me like this, then this beautiful and magnificent country will never be lost from history.”
“Sorry Your Highness, isn't there a competition, if who managed to find the child will get some of the royal land in Middle Earth?”
“And what do you mean by that, slave?” Bourga's eyes turned a bright blue flame in the darkness all of a sudden.
Lunda panicked did not dare to stare and immediately knelt down, “ti-nothing. Sorry Your Highness.”
After finishing with the great Broden, Bourga directed all his soldiers to return to the kingdom of Middle Earth. In his heart was excited because he had managed to get the owner of the Ancestral Core that he had wanted all along. Now he would no longer have to worry about missing the full moon without the Vampire Ancestral Core. For searching for another Ancestral Core was much easier than finding the property of the son of Cysta who had been lost ten years without meeting. It was fortunate that his age was still young so he had yet to understand how to bring out the true abilities of the Ancestral Core.
Bourga and the troops marched in a hurry to return to the kingdom. He was so afraid that Taring woke up from fainting and his strength had already recovered. Before all that happened, his Ancestral Core should already be in the hands of Bourga.
About three hours of non-stop running from Brodella Valley to the southwest, the whole Werewolf army arrived at the temple in the middle of the Middle Earth city. Bourga immediately brought Taring to the roof. There were already four tall pole stakes with blue crystals at each end. In the middle there was a large stick in the shape of a spiral that was stuck very firmly.
At the end of the stick there is a round glowing ball, on each side of the ball there is a smaller light ball again colorful. The top of the small ball about the size of a marble is blue, the right is two brown and black balls. There are three empty parts that are still unfilled. It must have been the Ancestral Core of Vampires, Elves, and Krairon-Erga that had yet to be installed.
The fangs are tied to one of the poles. Bourga was ready to perform the ritual as quickly as possible before an opportunity like this passed. He picked up Blerit, then touched the spherical end to his fangs. From the forehead, there appeared flashes of bright red light that was very glare.
“Arrghh!” The fangs screamed in pain as a small bright red ball came out from his forehead.
When the Ancestral Core belonging to Taring was already attached to Blerit, the moon reacted. Its size has now become twice as large as before. It is still half full, but it is able to rival the size of the sun. If he could obtain two more Ancestral Core on the full moon, there would be no more sunshine. There is enough light from the moon.
The Werewolf's triumphant night is approaching.
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