I apologize for the terrible lateness of this piece, for the past 4 days I could not post a single thing for unknown reasons despite the rest of my scratch working perfectly.
Lucian tread through the woods, tired, worn down after days of non stop running from the townspeople who had cast him out of his home when he had done nothing wrong, done nothing to them. All on the belief that his Dhampirism was just a ploy to steal into their lives as a messenger for the wretched Vampire king whom no one had heard from for centuries. Humans and their petty rivalries, they didn’t believe in the man, but at the slightest hint of threat he was cast aside like the broken toy of a child. He kept trudging through the woods, once black boots now caked entirely in mud, his once neat pants torn in places from his struggles against the inky brambles, he stopped once more as he stumbled, leaning heavily against a moss covered tree, the bark rough beneath his trembling hands. He slid to his aching knees, slowly shifting to sit back against the trunk, hissing softly, he had run so far into the Whispering Woods he didn’t even know where he was anymore, but he had to keep moving, he had to get to the object in which he, like many creatures before him had, to retrieve the artifact from deep within supposedly, according to the humans who had forced him in here, resided at the heart of the woods within Dracula’s castle. His head lolled back as he listened to the wind as it wound through the trees, the rustling of the leaves sounding like whispers, riddles of an age gone by. He had to continue on, he couldn’t sit here and mope, the sooner he got the artifact, the sooner he could leave and not be hunted down by the imbecilic, illiterate village peoples who’d forced his hand in the first place. He forced himself back to his feet, stumbling forth and deeper into the woods. The further he went, the darker it got, the louder the whispers became. His ears had started to ring, words and riddles bouncing around the inner walls of his brain when it suddenly all went quiet, as if it had never been there to begin with, shadows fell across his vision and in his moment of weakness he almost ran face into dusty stone. He backtracked a couple steps and tilted his head back to stare up at the towering blocks and in spite of himself he gasped out, he had found what he was searching for, after days of restless sleep and fruitless travel he had finally done it. He had found the forbidden castle of the Whispering Woods…
