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Writing Prompt

The vampire steps out, and his daughters cower and kneel where they stand. You ready yourself for the fight. Before you can raise your weapon, though, the vampire sighs, and with an embarrassed tone, says, “I’m really quite sorry for the trouble…”

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Response

I truly thought I would not live to see the next hour. I had been warned of the approach of the Vampire Calas and his coven, and had been informed that I was their target. I had no idea why I had become their target. I do not remember so much as entering their territory, or even saying anything about them, good or bad. And now, I was in a clearing in the Southern Forest, armed with only the silver-edged sword that I had inherited from my adopted father, now passed. I didn’t even have armor, other than the regular clothing I wore every day. And, I knew that just out of sight was the likely bloodthirsty Calas and his various and sundry kin.

I had nothing whatever against vampires. I had even done business at times with the Sarvanyez Coven at my apothecary. Never once have I had any ill dealings with any vampire. They all had treated me with respect and dignity, something that the race was not obligated to do. After all, I’m just an elven male. I’m not even a particularly powerful one. All I do is work with plants and make potions and elixirs. So, it was with great fear and worry that I was now confronted with what I had been told was a bloodthirsty vampire and his pissed off coven.

I was about to raise my weapon to defend myself when the vampire himself stepped out, followed closely by his young daughters, all of whom fell to their knees in utter and abject fear. Almost immediately, he spoke, “I’m really quite sorry for the trouble, Master Sevrin. I come to you in peace.”

I was confused. A few seconds passed, and I began to stammer, “Bu… But I was told you were coming to kill me. What the hell is going on?”

Calas’ face went white, and he frantically shook his head, hands raised, and he replied, “Goddess preserve me! No! I have NO intentions at all to kill you. As the Goddess is my witness!” I felt the truth in the words, which confused me all the more.

I looked at the small group, confusion eating at me. “Then… why come for me?”

Calas pulled a ring from his pocket, and held it so it caught the light. “I am the half-elven advisor and ambassador for your blood father, the one who you were stolen from by the orcish clan two years after your birth. Since then, we have been looking for you. It was only a few days ago we found you.” This was at once amazing and disturbing. It was true that I had been adopted VERY young. Apparently, there had been an orcish band that had been destroyed, and in their possession had been a lot of slaves, mostly elven, and among them had been me, as a babe. It was amazing because, if true, I would have my family back. It was disturbing, because it told me that something had hid me from my father.

“Then… you have come to take me home?”

“If you wish, Prince Sevrin.”

I stopped. “Prince?”

The vampire smiled softly, and replied, “Yes, My Prince. You are the only son of Elvenking Nealonis. And, yes, he is still alive. He wishes for you to return home, as do we all.”

I took the ring he offered, and slowly put it on my left middle finger. As I did, I felt what amounted to an electrical current go right up my arm and into my body. I shook and shivered a moment, as the magic of the ring took hold, and I knew Calas had spoken correctly. A load of information about my family simply existed, now, in my mind, where none had before.

I closed my eyes, and centered my mind, and then opened my eyes, and looked at the bowing young women. “Stand, ladies. I may be a prince, but you need not bow right now.” They both stood, and curtsied. I turned to Calas, and realized something. Calas was not an old vampire. He was young, and he looked… stunning. I gulped. This was unexpected, this feeling. Welp. Now I have a new problem. I like Calas. The thought was not desirable, but I figured to deal with it. I sheathed my blade, and offered my arm to Calas, and said with a crooked grin and likely a glint in my eye, “Well, friend Calas, shall we make our way? I do not suppose I need anything in my shop at the moment.”

Calas appeared to blush and took my arm, and promptly teleported me.

It was time for the life I was SUPPOSED to lead. And hopefully, with a certain beautiful Vampire at my side.