I guess I’ll have to start here then. The large books would be a strain to pick up. It’s best if I start with the larger ones first. I wonder if it is even possible to get tired in my own soul. I can feel lazy here, so I guess why not tired? That doesn’t make any sense, I’ll have to believe that I can get tired for now.

I’m not sure I can call the these things books anymore, they were almost tomes. I contemplate opening one of the books. The shard said they were memories. It’s why I have yet to open one. Opening a book would be the last thing on anyone’s mind when they are transported to some foreign dimension.

But if these were indeed memories, what would happen if I open one? If anything that only made me want to not open one. The last time I had a memory it lasted for hours. My first memory was instant, and I didn’t zone out for hours on end. The second memory with the priest was different. That lasted too long for comfort. However, there were other bits of things I remember. I remember things from other lives without experiencing the memories. In those cases it was odd knowledge. I knew the names of places without actually knowing how the place looks, or where it is even located. I assume that there has two forms of memories then. Indirect memories, and direct memories.

Direct memories seem to stay with me forever, almost as if it is part of my own mind. However, they require me to experience part of someone’s life, and I only remember what I experienced. Indirect memories only appear when, or if something relates to them. It would explain how my sword skills seem to suddenly appear during combat. However, when indirect memories happen once, I remember then after they happen.

I sighed, this world is so complicated.

I pause for a second as I lift the last large book onto a shelf. If these are memories. Then does that mean that my memories are also here? They have to be.

There seems to be a trend with the book covers. Some are almost identical, with slight differences, or are totally different with a small recurring detail. It reminds me of book series. The really long ones, like The Wheel of Time.

I’m not sure what is the purpose for the shelves. I try to come up with a reason for them as I move into one of the rows of shelves after picking up all the books around the fountain. I choose to keep the books with the similar covers next to each other.

“ You work awfully slow” I hear the voice of the shard. Strange. The shard is too far away, I shouldn’t be able to hear the voice. I look behind me, then above. It must still be where I left it.

“How are you doing that?” I ask, curious. Hopefully it could hear me inturn. If this is suppose to be my soul then why do I feel as if the shard is the master here. It seems to know more about the current innerworking of souls. I wonder why. It said that it had been destroyed, and it mentioned being on me. I couldn’t picture something of that size being on me without anyone noticing. My curiosity only grew larger.

“Skills partner. You shall get there one day” The shard said. I think he was mocking me since the tone has changed. I hope he wasn’t a permanent thing in my soul. If this is indeed my soul, I should have more control over it. I don’t have much time to spare for my thoughts, I need to finish this packing all these book. I have to solidify my role amongst the vampires. Fear is all well and good, and I believe that is what Jax is also ruling them by. But fear is a harsh thing, and people are fickle.

“The only place I want to get, is out of here. Can’t you do something?” I said, smiling to myself.

“I’ll help, but I already did before partner, who do you think set some of your memory into order.” The shard said. I'm surprised honestly that it was willing to go so far on my part. That's if the shard is telling the truth. I need to be weary of everything right now.

“I should be thanking you then.“ I said.

“To be fair partner…I am the one who should be thanking you. Even if it should of been impossible.”

“Right, so how much of my energy did you have to take to bring yourself back.?” The energy from my reservoir keeps me alive. If all is gone, then so am I.” I replied. I know my mana would be deplete eventually, then I would be forced to go and kill again. But another problem with being trapped inside here is that I can’t gather energy, I might die from that.

“That’s a tough question friend. I can’t give a straight answer, but you shouldn’t have to worry for a couple days.”

“A couple days? How long is a couple days?”

“Three, or four at best.”

Four days at best. The shard must have taken a substantial amount of my mana. I’m not sure why I’m being so open with him. Him? Well it did sound male. I think the shard is the first person I’ve been this open with. Maybe because it’s in my soul that I feel the need to be straight with it.

“You seem to be well informed about this” I ask the shard.

“My knowledge is however outdated. I sense that I’ve been asleep for a long time.” The shard said, I thought I could almost hear pity in it’s voice.

“You said you helped me before. How about some help now? It’s no doubt that helping me, is helping yourself, if I die, then you have nothing to draw power from, am I right?”

“ It would seem so. Very well, but this will not lessen the time it takes to bring order to your soul by much.” The shard replied. A few seconds after a book on the ground began to float upwards. He was right, it was slow. It took a long stretch of time, but the book then slid into one of the shelves.

“Teach me how to do that.” I said with much curiosity.

Let no child go hungry, or unclothed. Children are our future, and we must cherish our future, so that they never forget the past, Jax whispered those words into his mind. They were one of the teachings of the First King. It is because of these few words that his people are still here today. Jax wondered at the great foresight of the First King. If his people, the Albians, had not shown their young so much love, and how great the First King is, then they would've shattered when he left. Jax was the only seeker left, at first he was uncertain, just as Thea, but now, after the fight two days back his thoughts had changed. Nothing was uncertain now. He had witnessed the power of a priest of the First King. Ancient vampires are things of myth. But to slay one and kill three of his eldest after, is worthy of song.

The First King’s priest had fainted after the battle. It is hard to tell if he was alive. All of the First King’s priest have always been skeletons. Jax never knew why, however Loach had turned into A bishop. Bishops were known to look like mummies. It is a great honor among them, Jax once read. It is obvious that Laoch is in great favor with the First King. He decided that it was best to treat Laoch with the proper respect befitting a bishop of the Church of Night.

Jax looked at the children who were cuddled together in the corner. He held a candle that is on a small clay plate. The stone room had no wall candles, and is also too cold to provide any sort of comfort. Some of the children were naked, but most wore dirty clothes, nothing more than rags to cover themselves. Jax had seen worst than this in his lifetime. He had a special place in his heart for children. He thought his love for them must be from the teachings of the First King. What little remained of the teachings were made into a way of life for his people, but to him they were his bread and butter.

The children crawled quickly to the opposite corner of the room. They were trying to get away from him, and away from the light. They were scared of him. But, there was one child who starred at Jax intensely with honey eyes. Jax watched the brown skin little girl stand up, her face is filled with defiance. Jax lifted his free hand up to his mouth, and lifted his top lip all the way back to his nose.

“ See, no fangs” Jax said to the girl. The honey eyed girl dipped her head slightly to peer at Jax’s teeth for a few seconds. She looked back towards the other children who were still huddled next to each other in the corner. Jax watched the little girl take slow, and uncertain steps towards him. He nodded towards her as he went to one knee to show his goodwill.

“Who are you? How did you get pass the monsters?” The little girl asked.

“I’m Jax, I’m here to save you. And don’t worry about the monsters, Bishop Laoch hit them really hard on the head, and now they are really nice.”

Jax watched as the little girl smiles. He then hugs the little girl, who at first seemed a bit startled, but then quickly wraps her arms around Jax. He thought he could hear soft sniffles from the girl, but they quickly vanished. She is very brave, Jax thought. For some reason the girl reminds him of Isaac, though she looks to be two or three years younger than him. The hug last longer than he would of expected. The girl lightly steps back away from him after.

“They won’t beat us?” Jax hears one of the children say.

“No they won’t hurt you, or else Bishop Laoch will punish them” Jax said.

“Is Laoch really strong?” Another of the children asked. Jax was about to speak up, but was interrupted by another of the children.

“Of course he is strong if he beat up the monsters.” Another child said.

This seems to spark a flame among the children, as they all stood up, and began to shout at each other, about how strong someone would have to be to beat all the monsters. Jax decided it was best to stop them now, before they begin to hurt themselves.

“Calm down children, I have new clothes and food prepared for you, please follow me” Jax said as he stood up. No one heard him though, the children were making too much noise now.

“Be quiet, there is food, please follow me!” Jax tried raising his voice louder, but again no one heard him. He was about to repeat himself again, but a loud scream stopped Jax, he looked down at the girl in front of him as the room went quiet.

“The nice man said that there is food if we follow him, so let's follow him!” The girl shouted. The girl’s loud voice surprised him. He’s somewhat impressed that the girl had gained some control over the children. Jax looked at the faces of the children. It could've been said that the girl was the youngest among them. The oldest child looked to be either thirteen, or fourteen years of age.

The children were obviously hungry. They hurried over and eventually surrounded Jax. They pushed a bit to get closer to him, but Jax was just happy they were following him, so he could get them some food, and clothes.

A vampire currently guards the door. It was a poor choice to have the man lead him here. Jax holds up a hand and gestures for the man to back away against the far wall. He complies and swiftly did so. Jax’s hand had never been so close to his daggers like they were these past two days. Using the current vampires who were in the circle when Bishop Laoch fainted, he quickly established himself as the second in command of the gang. They called themselves The Shrouded. Jax thought the name matched them well. He greatly appreciated the help of the vampire named Isabella. She helped convince the others in the circle, they were all young for vampires, and held no particular love for their previous leader. Apparently Vicktor kept the young ones close, so he could scare them enough to make them obey.

The children saw the vampire by the wall. They yelled and quickly rushed behind Jax. Nothing happened for almost half a minute. The vampire simply watches Jax. Hostilities towards the vampire slowly dwindle. Jax began to move further down the hallway. The first two doors of the hallway seemed to be for captured adults of children. The adults however, could not be released, their minds have become too warped, they live only to let the vampires suck on their blood. Jax knew it would only cause chaos to let them out. He rarely interacted with the human side of the crew. The younger vampires did all the communications with the humans. The older a vampire was the more the sun would affect them, so young ones had to do most of the work.

The children were a different problem than the adults. Jax did what he’s best at doing, and investigated before he came to the children. The vampires were quick to tell him where the children came from. They were all street children. There were no orphanages in Almeria. Any child who is unlucky enough to be disowned by their parents would become street urchins. Most of the times they would join gangs at a young age, which didn’t help decrease the rate of crime in Almeria.

They were also perfect pickings for vampires. It would take a couple years, but they would have been groomed into a fresh batch of hypnotized humans. Jax wondered if this was the goal of Laoch? He would not be surprised. Few scrolls detailing the battles of the First King has survived to this day. But, Jax remembered one detailing the fall of a king. The entire kingdom’s nobility was slain, sparing only the children. The war seemed to be caused by the death of a single child. Jax knew the First King is at times unjust, he also knew that whatever caused the child to die, never happened again. Violence can wield it’s own results.

It took Jax much effort to open the twin stone doors of the inner sanctum. These hallways had to be have built at least three centuries ago, because the stone looked so decayed. To the opposite end of the room are ten stone stairs that lead up to a throne. Fire columns lined the edges of the rectangular room. A large stone table is roughly fifteen feet away from the stairs. Lavishly designed black wood chairs surround the long stone table. An assortment of different types of food laid are on top of the table.

Clothes for both boys and girls were sorted into baskets and placed besides the table. The children rushed passed Jax at the sight of the food, no one noticed the clothes. Thea and Isaac are also sitting by the table, they both seem to be enjoying their lunch. Jax never planned to stay in Talon for so long, Isaac also doesn’t want to go to the capital without Laoch. Oddly enough he wondered where the fairy is. She always seemed to be up to some sort of mischief.

Thea says that Laoch is getting better. Jax thought it must be something she can see with those eyes of hers.Whenever Jax looked at Laoch all he saw his rigid figure. Only Thea could look at someone in that state and say they were alive.

“Eat slowly! Don’t talk while eating, and you, don’t throw food.” Thea shouts. Jax chuckles as he watches Thea who is sitting on one of the chairs. Either no one noticed, or cares, that she had her eyes close. He had grown used to that ability. He sometimes envies Thea of those eyes at times, but Jax also pitied her because of it. For her the world was nothing more than moving energy. She lacked the ability to see anything not alive, and saw no colors.

Jax’s attention turns towards the coffin, it is tilted against the throne, the Bishop is still sleeping inside. Thea is also dedicated to watching over Laoch. With the help of Isabella, Jax managed to move the bishop into the inner sanctum, thankfully most the gang members were asleep. However some still saw, and rumors of Laoch spread before he could make a speech the next day.

Jax knows that Isabella is concerned about the vampires who were not here during the take over. They would not stand for this situation. Maybe this was all a test set by the First King. Whatever happened Jax would to stay and fight to the last breath.

“Take care of them, Isabella I have a meeting with another syndicate Don.” Jax told Thea, as he approached her. Thea laughed softly.

“ Who would've taught that things would change so drastically in two days. And you, the second in command of a gang,” Thea said, pausing as she passed a tray filled with cookies to a little girl.”Is it that important?”

“ This is what the Lord of the Night wants. The First king has many other titles, of those we remember and probably the most forgotten of all is The Gift of Change”

I watch as seven books float up into the air. It takes focus and concentration, but mostly imagination and will. Willpower was the answer I have been missing. The shard had described it in the most complicated way possible. I think his method of ‘letting the energies flow’, just didn’t work for me. I don’t believe the shard was giving me wrong information, it just isn’t suited for someone who didn’t have the patience of a rock.

The books slide easily onto the shelves.. Seven books is quite the improvement from having been only able to lift one. I quickly lifted up another set of seven. This was the last lane I have left to clean. I’m honestly just happy that it’s all coming to an end. It feels as though I have been in here for a week, not a couple days. Having to clean up this entire place is the closest thing to torture that I have ever experienced.

Another seven books are shelved, and I repeat the process several more times. I think I’m good enough with seven to move onto eight now. Moving one is as difficult as creating a thread. Commanding seven books was like trying to watch seven different things that were all around you, at the same time. Truthfully, I even surprised myself. I’ve been feeling like a walking computer recently.

The shard had vanished a couple hours ago, or was it a day or two ago? Time flows differently here. I’m almost finished with the books. I stand still, and try to use my willpower to move eight of the books. It takes magnitudes more effort to move eight books, compared to seven. After much time, the books lift up into the air. At first it was shaky, but all of them neatly slid onto the shelves.

Only three more books left. With quick ease I lift the three books up into the air and slide them onto the shelves. They books fit perfectly in the last remaining space, of the last shelf.

I expected something to happen. However, nothing did. I should've asked the the shard more questions about this before it vanished. Maybe I was missing something. With all the books inside here, surely I missed one. I began to recheck the shelves and the floor.

I ran between the shelves, my eyes scanning them. All shelves were filled with books, not one had a single space left. I keep looking for even more hours, No empty spaces, or books on the ground were visible. That was until I came back to the enclosed area, with the fountain. I look towards the space where the shard was. I don’t think that it’s going to return.

My eyes quickly spot what I’ve been looking for. I walk closer to the shelve with the large books, and I spot a small empty space. I feel silly now that I look at it. It’s just the right size for the small book I had thrown of the platform.

It takes time to navigate the maze of shelves. I’m once again looking at the downwards blur of the book moving at a high speed. I walk closer to the edge. The closer I am to an object in my soul, the easier it is to use my willpower.

Using my hands to imagine holding the book, also makes it easier, so I lift my right hand inline with the blur. I imagined, and used as much command of my willpower as I could muster. I extended my hand further out over the edge, almost touching the blur. I close both my eyes to help me focus more. Everything worked out as planned, the book had stopped, but I'm now faced with a new problem.

The book before me was open. I had succeeded in lifting all of the previous books in such a way that this never happened. I wasn't sure before how exactly the memories in the books were triggered. I had my theories, but I know the truth now.

The words seem to float off the the book. At first the pages slowly turning, then faster. All I remember hearing is the fluttering of the pages as it turns as I’m sucked inside of the memory.

I swing my black cutlass at the head of a goblin. The goblin tried to get away, but he was too slow. I chop off it’s head, and black blood spurts all over my face.

The city must not fall, whatever happened, Talon must not fall to a horde of goblins. This is my city, my father built this city. Even if he is four hundred years dead, and even though I may be a vampire, I will not let this city fall.

Again my sword reaches outward, and I lunge my blade into the eyes of another goblin. I hear the screams as I kill and kill and kill. Rage and anger boils in my veins. Who knew getting into one of the legions of Talon could be so easy. I had ordered all of my thralls to also join the army. I could hear them calling my name. “Master Vicktor!” They shouted, but I paid no attention to them. I need to get to the goblin shamans.

Talon’s walls were thick, and large. It could hold off most armies, but the goblin shamans were casting large flaming rocks at it. Strong walls, or not, nothing could stand in the way of that. The damage to the walls irritated me more, than the hundreds that died from the deaths it caused by the spells of the shamans. I took deep breaths, I didn’t need to, but it helped my swordsmanship.

Another legion of orcs had fallen to our swords. I watch all around me as unmounted knights in armor, and footmen holding spikes cheer.

Fools, all of them. The war is not over yet. I move forward, and push several pikemen out of my way. I take several steps backwards as I reach the front and I look at a formation of hundreds of goblins on wargs. The goblin fwere is about a kilometer away.

“Dhuur ac kac, taarthec, taarthec, shagaan!” An orc shouts loud, as he sits atop a massive warg. He moved up and down the formation line. This must of been their leader. I take a quick glance back. Another legion of goblins were in deep battle with one of Talon’s legions. They are trying to entering the city. While the army is strong, the bombardments by the goblin shamans are slowly killing the defenders.

At the orc’s command the mounted goblins charge. I feel the pounding of the ground as the wargs charged. Some of the men, began to run, but enough formed up a straight line alongside me. My body surged with energy. I charge forward, and the men beside me follow.

A warg slams into me. Screams echo throughout the battlefield. The massive war, bites into my shoulder, and it tears a huge chunk of my shoulder off. I try to push it off, but I’m too weakened by the bite. I could feel my blood being spilled. I feel deep into myself, and bring forth the energy inside me. I feel my energy surround the warg, creeping over it.

“Stop, attack the orc!” I shouted into the mind of the warg. I watch as the warg, shakes the orc off. It’s mind has been consumed, and will obey my words for the next couple hours. It was enough time. I’ll send these goblins back to where they came from.

The orc fell off the saddle. I reach for him, and drag him down to me. I plunge my fangs deep into his neck, sucking his blood. I punch the orc in the jaw when he screamed. I think I broke either his jaw, or neck because he stops screaming and goes still.

I dislike the taste of black blood, it was disgusting, but it’s makes me heal faster than red blood. I watch as my arm is healed. The muscles join together, and new ones are formed to replace the destroyed ones.

I should not of used that. The immortal has warned me of the consequences to using this ability.. As far as I could see, I had no other choice. I stand up, and jump on the back of the warg. It howls softly.

I could feel the life of some of my thralls vanish. They were worth twenty soldiers, each, I feel great sorrow at their lost. It’s painstakingly difficult to create new thralls,most die during the transformation. Too much dead bodies with bites, and the clergy start to look into it. It only made things more difficult.

“Attack!” I shout into the mind of the warg. The beast lunges forward and bites into the neck of another warg. I drove my cutlass into the side of the goblin rider. The goblin screams, and flails. I feel the goblin slump, and watch as it falls off the warg. The warg eventually falls over as well, it’s neck twisted at an odd angle.

I feel a dagger of a goblin drive into my back. I turn around and slash at the goblin. My warg bites onto the neck of an approaching warg, but it’s bitten on the side by another. I’m being surrounded. I keep on slashing, and killing the riders. My warg is strong, but I can hear it whimpering now from the pain of the bites it has received. I dig deeper into my energy, and surrounded the body of another warg. I cut down another goblin, as his warg turned against him. I do the same thing with three other wargs and gain control of their bodies.

My small squad of wargs cut and bit it’s way through all that opposed them. They didn’t last long however. And soon enough, I am once again surrounded.

I feel weak. I’m probably going to die here. It’s good to fight for my city. I slash at the goblins, as my warg bit into the neck of another. I feel more of my thralls vanish. I’ve used too much of my energy now. Not to mention I’m in the sun. He also warned me about being in the sun too much when I’m so closed to turning into an Ancient.

I smile bitterly as I see almost a hundred mounted Talon Knights, charge into the formation of goblin riders. Flesh and fur both are pierced from the knights lances. My smile fades as I look at the hills directly beyond the goblin shamans who were still casting their spells.

Armies of soldiers sat atop the hills of Talon. I could see the flags, and I cursed as I watched the ranks of knights, mages and priest. The Almerian legions. They must be here to attack us, the bastards. They waited till we were weakened by the goblins.

I’ve lost control of my warg. I don’t even remember falling off the beast. I just remember seeing the sun, as I fall into a deep eternal sleep.

I grab onto the book, as the memory ends. I shut it close quickly.

Well, that was the best memory I’ve had. So that explains how Vicktor had been asleep for so long. I didn’t know you could do that with your mana. Interesting. The combination of being in the sun, plus using all of his mana, seems to have triggered a reaction. He still had decades more time before he entered his eternal sleep. The battle seemed to have quickened the process.

I jog back into the circular clearing, where the fountain is. I then quickly insert the book into the missing spot. I don’t notice any changes. The world around me then started to fade away, like as someone was blowing the dust off a table.

I’m inside my coffin once again. It feels damn good to be back to reality. Would feel even better if I was back home though.

“You’re back partner! I knew you were smart!” I hear the voice of the shard. It’s the same feeling I get when I hear Nia talk to me. I sigh. Not another person in my head. This felt different though. More welcomed than when Nia spoke to me.

“Where are you? This coffin is only big enough for one mysterious person.”

“I’m in your cloak, the left pocket” The shard said. In my cloak? Just what was going on. I was actually expecting to find a large sharp rock against me. I could have probably sold the shard for a lot of coin. Not that I had any need for mone.

I reach into my pocket. I feel something, I gently wrap my fingers around it and take it out. I open the palm of my hand, to see the shard. It looks just like how it was in my soul, albeit a much smaller bite size version.

“ Come on, you said you would tell me what you are when I get out, spit it” I said.

“Alright, alright partner. Some people, well, everyone actually. They call me The Dungeon Core.”

“ The Dungeon Core? You mean like dungeons with monsters and treasures?”

“Ah, more like monsters and death, lots of death.”

“What does-” I was about to question what the shard meant, when I heard a scream. It sounded like it came from a little girl. What was going on outside? I focused on listening.

“Stay away from the children!” I heard someone shout. It was the voice of Thea.

“If this new master wants us around, he is going to have to feed us. The adults are all dead, and we need blood.” I heard a dry voice say.

“ We need lots of blood.” Another vampire said.

“I say we slaughter some of them” The dry voice once again said.

“The master will kill you all. Know what you are doing.” I heard the voice of Isabella. She sounded worried. Just what was going on outside.

“You mean the guy that’s asleep. He isn’t going to wake up. Vicktor slept for over a hundred years, how long is he going to sleep? I waited. Do you know how it feels to wait, one hundred years, for nothing!” One of the previous voices shouted, and I heard another scream. The scream is followed by the sound of cracking wood. I then hear the hissing sound of over two dozen blades being drawn.

“ Step away from the coffin!” Thea said.

“ Move away” The same voice from before said.

“Never.” Thea said, in a harsh voice. Was she really trying to protect me? The sound of blades clashing together echoes throughout whatever room I’m in.

“Seems like trouble is brewing partner” I hear the dungeon core say. I really will have to find another name for it. It was right, trouble is brewing. I can’t keep fighting the vampires. It seems like I need to kill more of them. Maybe I don’t need to. I could just kill one. Maybe I could even control one.

“ Yeah, let me try this new thing. I like to be prepared for any shit storms.” I said to the shard. I began to shift and shape my enter reservoir, just like Vicktor had unknowingly been doing. The idea behind it was simply to wrap your entire mana around the person. It felt much like using the willpower when I was inside my soul.

“Let me stop you right there partner, I see what you’re doing. That’s not good for you.” The shard said.

“What’s the problem. It should be okay once I don’t overdo it.” I replied.

“Stretching your energy like that, is equal to stretching your soul. It creates chaos. You’ve just experienced what happens when there is too much chaos in your soul. If I didn’t help you, you would of been unconscious for decades” The shard said.

“I see. You’ve just saved me again I suppose.”

“No problem partner. You’ve probably knocked over a couple shelves with what you just did though” The shard said, I chuckled softly.

“ I’ll try something else then”

“You don’t have to. You mind if I shape your energy for you?”

“Sure, but why would you want to do that? You just said it creates chaos” I said. The dungeon core laughs at my words. Whatever it was must of been funny to him, I didn’t get the joke.

“Partner, just look at me. Chaos can’t harm me. I am chaos. I’ll deal with the chaos, it’s much easier for me to handle.” The shard said, I didn’t get much time to think about what that implied. I hear Thea scream, as the vampire laughs. She must of fallen as well to, because I hear a thud after.

The door of my coffin then creaks open. Finally some glorious light!

I look around the room, without moving my head, or eyeballs. I had eye balls now, nice. The grey haired vampire looks at me. I must've scared him, with my eyes being opened. I was also scary to look at in general. He takes two steps back, away from the coffin. Then he lifts his sword up. He probably things that I’m still asleep. Poor guy.

I kick him hard in stomach. His body lifts up off the ground and he falls flat on his back at the bottom of the stairs. I step outside of the coffin, and look around. I seem to be on some soft of throne area. There were about twenty children in the room, the children were standing behind seven vampires. I could tell by the color of their mana. On the opposite side of the room, were six vampires. The mana of the six vampires were a bit bigger and brighter. They must be much older, I also recognized none of their faces.

So we have a standoff between the old and the new blood. I frown at the sight of Thea on the floor besides me. She’s clutches her side, which is bleeding. That wasn’t good. I began to weave threads of repair. I encircle the repair thread with a stop thread. I then leaned forward, resting my hands on Thea’s side. I then stitched the spell to her reservoir. I put as much energy as I safely could into the healing spell. The spell would use some of her energy regardless, but this way it would only take the minimum amount out of her.

I could feel my healing spell work. It was also about the same time she noticed me. All I saw was joy and relief on her face. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that. As though I were the second coming of Jesus. I stood up straight. I look over each and everyone one of the vampires. Isabella is among them. They began to turn towards me, instead of looking at each other. The younger generation of vampires began to put their swords away. They were probably worried I would take it as an offense.

“Anytime now Dungeon Core” I said as the vampire who I had just kicked, is now charging towards me. I feel the mana around me, it shapes and forms into an arrow. My mana slams into the vampire while still staying connected to me. It quickly encircled him, and soon enough he just stands still, not moving, but not falling over.

“All done partner! I stopped his movements” The shard said.

“ What is going on! I can’t move” The vampire said. I began to form speech threads. I probably didn’t need it, but it would look more badass.

“You do not have permission to approach the throne.” I said, as I began to cast another thread.

“I don’t need permission from the likes of you. Vicktor is my only master, and-”

“Kneel. I did not give you permission to speak.” I said, then began to cast another thread, as I looked at Thea. The vampire quickly went down on his knees.

“You have committed treason. Kill yourself”

The vampire twirled the sword in his hand. He then reversed it, so the tip of his sword pointed towards him. He trusted the blade beneath his jaw, sending it into his brain, and out the top of his head. He then falls over, dead. I look up at both the old and new vampires. The were both on their knees, and rightfully so.