Back story:
For centuries, Lykens and Vampires have been fighting against each other. A common hate has been formed between the two, and the only explanation it the very vague story from long, long ago. This is the story said to explain why the two kinds have been fighting all these years. Many of the “royal vampires” know this story, and they are said to be the ones who started it.
The story:
Long, long ago, when Lykens and Vampires got along, there were two kings, one was king of the Vampires, and the other was king of the Lykens. Though they didn’t fight, they did hate each other. It wasn’t common for a Lyken a Vampire to talk, though they were commonly seen together. They fought in wars side-by-side, though many complained. Humans were completely aware of the two sides, and the feuding between them. Humans seemed to be the ones out of the fairy tales then.
The princess of the Vampire side was beautiful, with long, blood-red hair, pale skin, black eyes, soft as dark as they were. She’d seen many years of this feuding, and she only called for peace. Her father was an Elder, and he was fading faster than they saw it. He could barely walk without his skin flaking away. The princess cared for her father in his last moments, but his last request before he died making his daughter queen, was that she marry Craven, a young Vampire whom had ruled many a land.
The princess wasn’t one to go back on promises, but this was one promise she wasn’t sure if she could keep. Craven had women—both human and Vampire—practically begging him to wed them. Craven jumped at the chance to marry a Royal, knowing where this would put him in rank. He’d have power over the entire kingdom, and he knew what he’d do first once he was king; set war against the Lykens.
Scarlett, the princess, wasn’t too sure about Craven, but she couldn’t say anything. It is said that she said yes to him, and it is said that she had no opinion on the subject. She didn’t want to marry him, either way. She was in love with someone else. A creature not of her kind, and their love was forbidden. Nicolas was young, and nothing in the Lyken society, he was nothing compared to Scarlett, merely dirt. But she fell in love with him anyway, and he sometimes wondered why that was. They met secretly each night to discuss their plan to run away together. She’d gladly give up her whole life to be with him, and he—though he had nothing—would do the same.
Craven became curious one night as she snuck out, and he sent out a man to follow her. When he came back with the news, Craven denied this fact, and even questioned the young princess. When she denied this, the next night, as she snuck out, he followed her himself. He was only angered with what he saw. They were together alright. He became angered and had her bound when she came back, and sent out guards to find Nicolas. Craven had him chained up and forced Scarlett to watch as they had him killed.
His legacy was left behind in Scarlett as she was pregnant. Craven didn’t have her killed for that one reason. He promised her, before Nicolas had been killed when he had found out that she was pregnant, that, as soon as the child was born, he would have her killed. He kept that promise and, the day her daughter was born, Scarlett was murdered. Craven decided to raise this child, and when she was old enough, he’d take her hand and marry her.
Now:
And this is where my story starts. My name is Shadow Fire,I'm a breed, one of the only one's now, and my mother’s name is Scarlett; or was. Craven had raised me for years, there from when I was born long ago, to now. My grandfather, the once king, is now in a tomb, resting for what’s been decades. Soon will be his time to wake and face today’s realities. What he’ll say for what Craven has done to my mother is beyond me, but I can only hope it’s good. I’ve never felt anything for Craven but hate for what he’s done. Catalina, a long time friend, has told me of Craven’s intentions. I have no intentions on marrying Craven, not matter what he does or says. Craven is the scum I’m after these days.
Lykens had nothing to do with my mother’s death, and, though my father was one, I hunt them, ignoring the fact that I am one of them. Half and half. Though, I am more Vampire than Lyken, any of us would tell you that. We’re still the Royal, and we live in a mansion surrounded by plenty of Vampire guards. It used to be the humans that were in fairy tales, now it was us who had to hide. Lykens had gone from the high and powerful creatures they were, to filthy dogs, hiding in the sewers in small packs. None of us have ever seen a pack as big as the one that we now find ourselves facing. Maybe a rough thirty to forty men with huge muscles, and if their strength in human form wasn’t enough, they were capable of turning into a huge dog. It was the Royals like me who chose to fight, and it was dirt like Craven who chose to start the war between our kind and theirs though there are more of them than there are Vampires. And, if that’s not enough, they’re stalking a human man. Craven has given me the job of finding out why. My job is to protect him in case he is important. Nicolas, the man, is human, from what I’ve seen of him. I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect him on my own, though I shall try without having to wake my grandfather requesting his help and knowledge.
This is the cry I have sent out in a dream to everyone. If anyone cares to join me, they will find the secret meaning behind the words, and they will meet with me. My call:
I call for you now, you can choose to help, or you can choose to ignore my cry for help either way, I’m searching for a soul to help me. If you hear my cry, if you hear my call for help, if you choose to come, I thank you. This is my cry, hear me now. If you are out there, I call upon you, human or beast, mortal or Vampire, dead or Lyken. I need your help. I do not like the way the future is being presented to me, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to change it alone. I need the help of others to set things straight again, to keep the Lykens and Vampires from the war that I have foreseen. Shall you choose to help, answer me; answer my plea. Hear my call to you. Yield my warning if you don’t. Things are going to get ugly, and quick.
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The call comes to you in a dream, a whisper, or a voice in your head. If you choose to fight, you'll know when the time comes to fight, and you'll know where to go. If you're a Lyken, you wouldn't hear the call. f you're an Elder, you wouldn't hear it, but you would feel that there was something wrong. If you're a Royal, you hear it, but you act immediately to tell Craven, who is against fighting the Lykens, because he and a few others are on Demon's side secretly. I'll PM who I want that to be exactly.
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JK, but really...
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