Drown
03-24-2011, 11:48 AM
(Now My stories are put in as chapters but it is the way I write, they are actually going to be a small series of short stories to My Roleplaying character Milosh Drown)
The history of Milosh Drown
Now what can we say about Milosh? All archives will say he never existed, only those who knew him or should I say those he let know him could tell you about him, there never were kept records because anyone who tried to make a record well lets say they disappeared... But anyway, time wasted is time not used wisely, now where shall I begin? What’s that your wondering dear readers? You wish to know who I am, well let’s just say I worked closely with him or should I say all three of him, anyway that’s enough about me, let get down to business and what you came here for, the true story of Milosh Drown.
Let’s see now... When did it all begin again? Hmmmmm, ah yes, this one takes me back... It all begun in the year 1685 it was March 11th a exceptionally cold, dark and stormy night, the sound of the rain being blown by the wind could be heard all over the town as it hits the windows, walls, ground and even the roof tops in fact there still are rumours going around the new version of that town saying that a couple of the houses were even destroyed but the reason for it being new will be explained later, much later.
Anyway, like I was saying it was a very strange night indeed, especially when there is a baby being born that faithful day, just a normal human boy but the noise outside makes it difficult to hear yourself think, let alone what the doctor is saying, now everything started off well and the boy was born but he was not breathing when he came out of his mother, in fact he had no pulse at all, a few hours went by still with no response from the baby boy, still being cradled by his mother the dark room kept lighting up every now and again from the lightening outside from the storm when a rare thing indeed happened.
A thunderbolt struck the room of the house and blew a hole straight through it leading into the room where the baby boy was, still without name, the thunderbolt left the building the candles lit up the entire room even though they were previously extinguished and life came to the baby boy, but something was different about him this time there was a small piece of parchment laying on the bed, now then what are you wondering friends how did the parchment get there well all I can say for now is the person who placed the parchment under cover of the light from that single thunderbolt being able to move fast enough to even ignite the candles was described as a tall male, with a black mask over his face with a blue design on one side as well as full length black hooded robes with the hood up he apparently went as fast as he came only being seen briefly by he mother of this child, but anyway back to the note it didn’t have much written upon it in fact the only thing written upon it was as follows,
“Milosh Drown, those who bare this name often end up known as scourge of the vile, a creature which is vile, foul, filthy and greedy this creature knows nothing of light”
The mother thought and thought after reading this letter trying to wonder what it meant and why it had been left behind a few hours went by before it occurred to her, she still hadn’t named the baby, so ignoring the rest of the letter she decided to name the baby Milosh Drown, not being the true family name she just felt as though she should do this anyway.
Leaving the room and going downstairs with the now living baby Milosh, heads turned quickly and from that day he was known to be spawn of the devil due to being dead when born but now alive, yet still he was human and nothing more.
Life was Milosh was tough growing up; every day and night he would get the second degree from everyone, including his own family. Everyday he would be ridiculed, tormented and just generally tortured for his birth, by the age of six he started to see things normal humans couldn’t see such as spirits of those long passed they started of faint but over the next two years he began to see them more and more clearly until he could see them without any problems at all he could even hear and speak to them.
Now whenever he tried to tell people about this they just tortured him more and beat him up a lot because of his beliefs and because of his ‘gift’ as he said it was, life was tough for Milosh he wouldn’t be fed or anything instead he would go out on his own into the wild with a small hunting knife and a bow and arrow to hunt down small animals such as rabbits so he could eat.
For years he did this until he was thirteen when the village priests observed him speaking with a group of spirits, now they couldn’t see the spirits but they knew he could believing he was possessed they got the whole village together and locked him away in the church giving him enough food to last until he was allowed to leave, at first he didn’t care about anything he just sat around, trying not to speak with the spirits for he knew that there were people watching him all the time...
Slowly he started to lose his grip on reality his mind begun to start twisting as he found himself alone, this went on for nearly a year until it came to a week before his fourteenth birthday, now he doesn’t know why but he had never noticed a black dagger hanging in the middle of the wall at the back of the church, all day and night he sat and stared at the dagger, until the night of the sixth day he heard voices coming from the dagger it would seem as though the spirits of those sacrificed he wanted to speak with them but he couldn’t be caught so he ignored it until it struck six o’clock on his fourteenth birthday he knew the coast was clear because he heard everyone move away to retrieve the keys to the church door so they could see if the plan had worked and that he had been exorcised.
During the brief couple of minutes he had he took the dagger from the wall and hid it away underneath a loose floor stone which he had discovered from listening to the spirits that roam the church. Well I am sure you could all tell what happened next my dear readers, the villagers came into the church and grabbed young Milosh dragging him outside and questioned him asking about the spirits but his time just listening to the spirits taught him a thing or two about the ways of life, so instead of telling the truth as his parents told him to always do he lied to them putting on a complete act he even improvised a bit and spoke about how his soul was now clean about to be left alone to do his own thing one of the priests ran out shouting at Milosh demanding the dagger back now I believe it went something like this,
“You there devil boy! Give it back you know that dagger has been in the village’s history for centuries”
“I can’t sir; I do not know where it is hone...”
“I care not for excuses now hand it over I know you have it on your person at this period in time for you could not leave the church at all!”
“I really don’t have it, please believe me”
But alas they did not instead the grabbed him throwing him to the floor and searched him for the dagger but as we know already he didn’t have it with him, no one could believe it but the then began to think could he have made it disappear to teach them a lesson? Only time could tell, now instead of locking him back in the church the stayed away from him ignoring him and forgetting he was there apart from the odd couple of people who still beat him up well tried to, he became smarter, stronger and faster over the next two years and began to fight back.
What happened with the dagger I hear you ask well that is explained now my friends, the day of his sixteenth birthday was one that will never be forgotten in the history of that faithful village, laying there asleep on the night of his birthday he heard voices coming from the church so he got out of bed and went to it being as quiet as possible as he enters the church and uncovers the dagger and load of faces flash before his eyes causing him to stumble backwards a little bit before leaving the church with the dagger but what he saw now that’s something worth talking about, but will I be so bold as to let you know? Hmmmmm, I don’t see why not...
As he left the church he saw nothing but fires, broken buildings, dead bodies and blood everywhere, looking at the dagger it had blood over it which was also on his hands, clothes even his face so he ran quickly home as he placed one hand on the door more faces, but still he went inside, and ran to his room quickly yet quietly, while in his room more faces then suddenly nothing... Now I am sure some of you are thinking I am a bit of a tease but bare with me, I still need to finish up on that small part of what happened.
Suddenly he woke up in his bed and everything was normal, not sure what happened he begun to think to himself, “Could it all have just been a dream? It seemed so real... Only one way to find out for sure” he went to the church luckily it was empty when he got there and went over to the loose stone moving it to discover the dagger wasn’t there, he put the stone back and left the church once more returning home to find the dagger in the middle of his bed... No idea how it got there he picked it up as he did everything went black, approximately forty-five minutes later he came back around to see broken building, houses on fire, blood and bodies painted the streets he was the only one left as rain begun to fall.
He started to walk the streets as he noticed his reflection in a puddle, he was covered in blood not sure what actually happened he runs away from the town never to return taking with him nothing but a tinderbox, the dagger and the clothes he was wearing, the next two years he trained learning to fight properly getting stronger and smarter to help him hunt for food. On his eighteenth birthday shortly after hunting and killing a large wild boar, he was approached by a fairly tall man, wearing a long black hooded robe with a black mask that had a blue design on one side of it; the man didn’t say much merely just a few words...
“You’re learning well Milosh”
“How do you know my name? Also who are you?”
“All shall be answered in time”
“I don’t care for time now answer me or die!”
“Go to the castle what isn’t there in the mountains above the clouds, if you wish answers and want to be trained properly”
Getting restless of the speaking he grabbed the dagger and went to stab the man but as he turned back around he was gone leaving nothing but a folded up piece of parchment, so being curious he unfolds it to see it is a map, now he was faced with a choice either follow the map to place where he was told to go to get some answers or continue his life on a mindless path going no where achieving nothing and just generally wasting time. He chose to follow the map and sure enough he found himself outside the walls of a castle that wasn’t there anymore, two robed figures were stood onto of a twenty five ft high wooden gate about a ft and a half thick, then both the figures walked to either side of the gate as it opened up revealing training fields, targets, weapons and everything any combat training area could need.
A few days pass after he starts his training when one night comes and he is approached by the dark figure from the forest,
“Who are you? Also why did you tell me to come here? I am sure it is more than just for some simple training”
“I am the one who will quite possibly be your new master, as for why I told you to come here... Well that is because I could sense great talent in you and I could see it as well, for you see your entire life I have been watching you closely. But the reasons why I brought you here are because of the training for a start, but before we continue I must ask you something child”
“Never call me child, also what is thing you must ask me, huh?”
“I can give you a gift that will help you advance in your training and allow you to learn secret abilities that will aid you throughout your entire life, so what be you? Will you accept this gift?”
“It depends on one thing, and that is what is the’ gift’ you are speaking of?”
“It is to become a creature of the night, and forever be known as a vampire, also if you choose to accept this gift you will also be known as an Assamite after which you shall choose to be a Warrior, Vizier or Cleric”
“Hmmmmm, well this is an intriguing offer and I shall take you up on it, as for my role I would like to be a Vizier”
“Very well then, from this point onwards you shall be an Assamite Vizier, but I do advise for the next few days you rest as your body changes for it may be the last time you ever sleep again”
After the conversation with a blink of an eye the figure disappears, reappearing behind him, without the mask on but his face was still mostly covered by his hood as he brushes away Milosh’s hair and bites his neck briefly before releasing him and disappearing into the darkness taking the man’s advice he lays down holding his neck as he slowly drifts off to sleep...
Well now, it would appear dear old Milosh here has gotten himself into quite the predicament but one thing that cannot be denied is things are now only going to get more interesting for now our young lets say friend is now becoming a creature of the night and as some of you may know but others may not all newly forming vampires have a prolonged slumber with one of the most dark dreams possible to back it up as their mind alters and their body changes making way for the new them, but anyway I have rambled on enough for now at least back to the story... Now where were we? Oh yeah, I am not sure how I forgot but anyway the dream went like this...
*Darkness all around him as he runs along a dark road until suddenly he hits the end of the road to find himself high up on top of a cliff quickly he turns to find himself stuck no where to go due to the huge fall below him. Standing on this pillar in the middle of the desert his skin starts to smoke and bubble briefly before suddenly bursting into flame chunks of his flesh fall from his body as he tries to scream in agony but nothing comes out from his mouth only blood as his eyes change colour starting to glow blood red fangs starting to grow as the last of his flesh falls off and burns away on the ground before he stumbles back and falls from the pillar still on fire blood flying from his body as he hurtles to the ground faster and faster the ground grows larger and larger before suddenly nothing... His eyes slowly open as he looks at his hands his skin still there but there is something different it is pale as he rises to his feet and looks into a mirror to see that he has fangs, blood red eyes, pale skin and onyx black hair, instead of his normal ice blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, normal teeth and dark blonde hair, confused as to why this is and where the mirror came from or even how it was suspended in the air the takes a couple of quick steps backwards and turns to run but smacks into a large man wearing nothing but black who hits him over the head knocking him out... Suddenly he awakes once more but this time it is in an ally way in the middle of the night no idea how he got there a over whelming hunger overcomes him he could hear the faint tap of heels in the distance so quickly he moves to find out what it was, as he reaches the end he notices a lone woman walking down the street so he starts to follow her, she takes a quick look back because she could hear footsteps louder than hers and sees him so she picks up her pace slightly noticing she was moving slightly faster he picks up the pace himself as she begins to run running as well he chases after her following her down into another dark ally way where he corners her in a dead end, he could hear her heart pounding like a beating drum of a lost tribe as he approaches her, grabbing her arms and pinning her against a wall, a small tear runs down her face as he leans close to her his fangs exposed as he kisses her softly on her neck and running his fangs along it slightly before pulling back to see the fear in her eyes, his eyes pierced hers as he stared into them looking deep inside of her the beating of her heart setting his inner most desires aflame her blood mixing with pure adrenaline as it courses through her veins just ready as it thickens inside of her before he moves back to her neck biting down slowly his fangs puncture her neck slowly digging their way into her veins her pure blood courses into his mouth as he swallows it drop by drop it runs down his throat as he drinks her blood she slowly stops resisting before her body falls limp in his arms and he allows her to fall to the floor*
Three days of dreaming he wakes up dripping in sweat he sits up quickly the light from a nearby torch burns his eyes due to them not being opened for three days straight quickly he closes his eyes he hears someone move into the room so opening his eyes slightly he sees the robed and masked man standing in front of him in silence as he slowly lifts one arm and clicks his fingers another person enter the room with just a robe on and places a tall glass of blood on the floor in front of him and leaves the tent leaving just Milosh and his new master in the room, feeling hungry he drinks the blood quenching both his thirst and his hunger in one go before looking back to his new master and waiting for him to speak.
“Milosh... I see the change was a success... I am now able to teach you things no mortal will ever be able to comprehend but one thing you must keep in mind, until you fully master any skill or abilities of our breed you must send your mind into a altered state this can be done in three ways, ritualistic sex, drugs or inflicting a heavy amount of damage to yourself”
“I understand, but I do have one question... Why did you say it may be the last time I ever sleep?”
“Assamites are trained to not sleep, being assassins we are constantly in danger and if you sleep you will be leaving yourself open to risk of being caught or killed in your sleep. Also a word of advice only ever let two people into your life and let them close to you both professionally and personally even if one of these two die you do not let anyone else know you on either of these levels all they need to know is what you do, your name not needed but you can tell people but no one shall ever know your second or last name, finally you should always keep your presence a secret unless it is completely necessary”
Having nothing else to say he just nods to his master who leaves the room closing the door behind him, now being able to see clearly again he looks around the room and notices two robes, a sleeveless leather top, slightly baggy trousers, and big black boots on a nearby chair, slowly he rises up from the bed and removes the clothes he had been wearing since he ran away from home and put on the clothes that seemed to have been left for him, now wearing the clothes he sits down holding the robe unsure if he should wear it or not, he chooses not to and begins his training... Now I could go into a lot of detail here and explain the training routine he went through everyday or I could just skip ahead by a few years and allow you to catch up in the middle of one of his training sessions, yeah, that seems to be a better idea to me...
"Faster Milosh come on! I know you are worth better than this don't make me add more weight!"
His master shouted as he was doing push ups with a large boulder on his back, his arms being hit from either side by two other trainers with metal poles, slowly forcing him to lose his grip on the ground but in last seconds gaining it back, wanting to cry out in pain he knew that if he did his master would beat him more then add more weight to his back without giving him time to rest.
Days upon days he would go without sleep training with these boulders on his back push ups, running, jumping, fighting and more. Till one day the boulders were released, and his master came to him, harnessing a sword that was glowing red like it just came from a black smith's furnace, the two extra trainers came over grabbing his arms and threw him to the ground holding him down as his master carved into his back with the red hot sword...
*No Mercy For The Weak, No Pity For The Dying, No Tears For The Slain*
After it was done the boulder was re-attached and he was sent out into the wild without any weapons only his clothes and ring which he had got from the first person to ever show him any compassion...
His task was to go into the wild and without sleep avoid the top Assamite hunters for a whole week, time went by slowly ticking slowly pushing his mind into a deep state of madness, not allowed to remove the boulder he would run never stopping for anything until suddenly, he was spotted the hunters came out from all the shadows around him leaving him but one chance to escape without failing.
He runs at a nearby cliff and leaps off it in a attempt to get to the other side, he lands barely on it but the edge of the ground gives way under the force and weight put down upon it as he falls 75ft down into a river trying as he might to stay above water he gets sucked under from exhaustion and a broken state of mind not being able to focus on staying above the water as well as hold the weight of the boulder...
Drifting downstream near death his short lived life flashes before his eyes, something in the flash wakes him once more in a new found mind as he tries hard to reach the surface of the water, eventually with barely an ounce of breath left he makes it and attempts to swim to shore nearly making but slowly starts to be pulled backwards to the centre once more as something or someone grabs his shoulder, pulling him out of the water he blacks out once more not seeing their face awaking in his clans grounds.
There was nothing attached to him just his soaked clothes, his ring was missing though, he tries to get up but the agony of his body stops him from moving as his master approaches him and someone else who was completely covered from head to toe nothing showing of them at all,
"You have done well my student, you managed to survive the trials and your are now well under way of becoming a full Assamite... Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes... But as for his ring I shall keep that for he is undeserving of such things"
“I agree... Come now let us leave him to regain his strength there is still much training for him to be done and you as well”
After speaking the two leave the room, as he lies there he keeps on thinking about who this person could possibly be and why they seem to think they could just take away one of his most meaningful things, but then he thinks there is nothing he can do at the moment for he doesn’t know who this person was but he knew that one day he will find out and he will get retribution knowing he cannot sleep he walks across the room very slowly and grabs a book from the shelf with no title and begins to read...
After a few days of being in his room resting his master enters the room one night to see him just as he puts the book away after finishing it for the second time, curious as to why his master has came he offers him a seat and sits himself down as well choosing not to sit his master just stands there and speaks.
“Remember when I mentioned you should only let two people know you one of which being me, well I have found you the second person you should allow to know you, her name is Iris and she is a few years younger than you... That is all I am permitted to tell you I am now going to leave and give you both some time to get to know each other because from this point onwards you two will be training together”
After saying that he turns away and leaves the room shortly after a young woman enters closing the door behind her and takes a seat on the other bed in the room she sits there for a short while before looking to him and speaking.
“As you already know my name is Iris, no need to tell me yours I have already been told it, well I guess I had better tell you about myself... I was born of royalty, my mother Riley was Queen and my father Emery was king. Growing up I knew that one day I would take my mother’s place and become queen but instead when I was sixteen I left home in search of something more because I didn’t like being treated like royalty all the time. As I travelled across the lands I heard of a master and his teachings so I went in search of him after two years I had found him and I have been training with him for the past three years alone until earlier today when he turned to me and said I was possibly the best student he had ever had but you were the closest thing to a rival I had so he brought me here and now here we are speaking, so... What’s your story?”
Now dear readers I could go on to tell you what he replied with but since we already know his history to date there isn’t much point in it but he did say something before letting her in on his history so I suppose I could tell you that much from it...
“Well I am unsure if the master had told you or not but my name is Milosh and as for your story I could not care less for your royal up bringing or for what he has to say about you fighting ability as such I shall be the judge and jury of that if and when it comes to a time we have to face each other, but anyway my history goes as follows...”
So there you have it Milosh and Iris then became partners in training, neither one of them wanted to do it nor did they want a partner at all but they were stuck with each other, years went on they fought, trained and even became good friends from the process there’s not really much to tell about what happened but wait, now I think about it there was one day that was unlike others which is actually the last remaining thing he ever told anyone about because it ends his past leaving him to go on into the bright yet somewhat dark outside world or was it? But anyway that turn of events went a little bit like this...
Three years after his ring was taken from him still not knowing who the person was that took it he had became good friends with Iris, a rare thing indeed but the two were inseparable where ever one went the other was sure to be not far away, they would always look out for each other, pushing each other to the limits trying to help each other grow stronger and faster whenever in a fight they were back to back, or side by side they were a unstoppable force.
They were out training, well that’s what they called it at least hunting each other down like animals fighting till the last couple of breaths out in the forbidden woodlands, they were the only two to ever be allowed entry due to excelling faster than anyone else and they needed the space otherwise it would limit their training or they would completely destroy the training grounds.
That day the had clashed fighting each other bare handed they both had lost their weapons earlier during the fight but something was different they weren't alone, they could both sense it but they wasn't sure what to make of it, as Milosh went to pick his and Iris’ daggers up from beside a tree where they had landed during the training process with Iris, as he drew nearer to the tree a form of werewolf jumped out at him but it was different...
This one was larger, stronger, faster and smarter than any he had seen before as it jumped out it caught his face leaving a tare going over his right eye, quickly he grabbed his dagger and flicked it round his hand to his normal grip style whilst turning to see the beast charging towards Iris, quickly he ran to help her but another came sending him right across the clearing into a tree nearly snapping his back in half, slowly everything went black, when he awoke he saw that his master was standing over him who then spoke,
"What was it that did this to you and Iris?"
"I... I don't remember"
His memory was completely blank about the whole situation and Iris still hadn't woken up yet, he had no idea what happened to her but felt bad for letting this happen, when his master spoke a few ritualistic words his mind begun to start unlocking allowing him to find out what he needed to know about the creature and left...
Now alone in the room with Iris in the bed next to his he sat up and moved towards the mirror noticing he had a large scar across his eye, he couldn’t bare to look at the at it anymore or even ever again, quietly he snuck out of the room and went to one of the head Assamites and asked them for a mask, now normally only Assamite leaders would be given one but because of how quickly he had mastered everything they could teach him they gave him just a plain black mask to wear with pride but also shame for hiding the scar which had been laid upon him.
After getting the mask he went back to his room and laid down in the bed waiting for his master’s return a few days went by and there was no sign of him and still no change in Iris’ state so he decided to make a very large mistake, he grabbed his stuff and put on the clothes that were given to him as well as one of the robes the stuff he grabbed he put into a bag and he left the clans grounds never to return for fear of execution by his own kind...
Well now there you have it, Milosh left once again, but what happened to Iris and his master I am sure you are wondering well I could explain that but I prefer to leave it a mystery to be unwound sometime in the future there is plenty more of Milosh for me to tell you but I feel I have said enough, maybe I shall tell you the next chapter in his life one day but until that day I bid you all farewell.
The history of Milosh Drown
Now what can we say about Milosh? All archives will say he never existed, only those who knew him or should I say those he let know him could tell you about him, there never were kept records because anyone who tried to make a record well lets say they disappeared... But anyway, time wasted is time not used wisely, now where shall I begin? What’s that your wondering dear readers? You wish to know who I am, well let’s just say I worked closely with him or should I say all three of him, anyway that’s enough about me, let get down to business and what you came here for, the true story of Milosh Drown.
Let’s see now... When did it all begin again? Hmmmmm, ah yes, this one takes me back... It all begun in the year 1685 it was March 11th a exceptionally cold, dark and stormy night, the sound of the rain being blown by the wind could be heard all over the town as it hits the windows, walls, ground and even the roof tops in fact there still are rumours going around the new version of that town saying that a couple of the houses were even destroyed but the reason for it being new will be explained later, much later.
Anyway, like I was saying it was a very strange night indeed, especially when there is a baby being born that faithful day, just a normal human boy but the noise outside makes it difficult to hear yourself think, let alone what the doctor is saying, now everything started off well and the boy was born but he was not breathing when he came out of his mother, in fact he had no pulse at all, a few hours went by still with no response from the baby boy, still being cradled by his mother the dark room kept lighting up every now and again from the lightening outside from the storm when a rare thing indeed happened.
A thunderbolt struck the room of the house and blew a hole straight through it leading into the room where the baby boy was, still without name, the thunderbolt left the building the candles lit up the entire room even though they were previously extinguished and life came to the baby boy, but something was different about him this time there was a small piece of parchment laying on the bed, now then what are you wondering friends how did the parchment get there well all I can say for now is the person who placed the parchment under cover of the light from that single thunderbolt being able to move fast enough to even ignite the candles was described as a tall male, with a black mask over his face with a blue design on one side as well as full length black hooded robes with the hood up he apparently went as fast as he came only being seen briefly by he mother of this child, but anyway back to the note it didn’t have much written upon it in fact the only thing written upon it was as follows,
“Milosh Drown, those who bare this name often end up known as scourge of the vile, a creature which is vile, foul, filthy and greedy this creature knows nothing of light”
The mother thought and thought after reading this letter trying to wonder what it meant and why it had been left behind a few hours went by before it occurred to her, she still hadn’t named the baby, so ignoring the rest of the letter she decided to name the baby Milosh Drown, not being the true family name she just felt as though she should do this anyway.
Leaving the room and going downstairs with the now living baby Milosh, heads turned quickly and from that day he was known to be spawn of the devil due to being dead when born but now alive, yet still he was human and nothing more.
Life was Milosh was tough growing up; every day and night he would get the second degree from everyone, including his own family. Everyday he would be ridiculed, tormented and just generally tortured for his birth, by the age of six he started to see things normal humans couldn’t see such as spirits of those long passed they started of faint but over the next two years he began to see them more and more clearly until he could see them without any problems at all he could even hear and speak to them.
Now whenever he tried to tell people about this they just tortured him more and beat him up a lot because of his beliefs and because of his ‘gift’ as he said it was, life was tough for Milosh he wouldn’t be fed or anything instead he would go out on his own into the wild with a small hunting knife and a bow and arrow to hunt down small animals such as rabbits so he could eat.
For years he did this until he was thirteen when the village priests observed him speaking with a group of spirits, now they couldn’t see the spirits but they knew he could believing he was possessed they got the whole village together and locked him away in the church giving him enough food to last until he was allowed to leave, at first he didn’t care about anything he just sat around, trying not to speak with the spirits for he knew that there were people watching him all the time...
Slowly he started to lose his grip on reality his mind begun to start twisting as he found himself alone, this went on for nearly a year until it came to a week before his fourteenth birthday, now he doesn’t know why but he had never noticed a black dagger hanging in the middle of the wall at the back of the church, all day and night he sat and stared at the dagger, until the night of the sixth day he heard voices coming from the dagger it would seem as though the spirits of those sacrificed he wanted to speak with them but he couldn’t be caught so he ignored it until it struck six o’clock on his fourteenth birthday he knew the coast was clear because he heard everyone move away to retrieve the keys to the church door so they could see if the plan had worked and that he had been exorcised.
During the brief couple of minutes he had he took the dagger from the wall and hid it away underneath a loose floor stone which he had discovered from listening to the spirits that roam the church. Well I am sure you could all tell what happened next my dear readers, the villagers came into the church and grabbed young Milosh dragging him outside and questioned him asking about the spirits but his time just listening to the spirits taught him a thing or two about the ways of life, so instead of telling the truth as his parents told him to always do he lied to them putting on a complete act he even improvised a bit and spoke about how his soul was now clean about to be left alone to do his own thing one of the priests ran out shouting at Milosh demanding the dagger back now I believe it went something like this,
“You there devil boy! Give it back you know that dagger has been in the village’s history for centuries”
“I can’t sir; I do not know where it is hone...”
“I care not for excuses now hand it over I know you have it on your person at this period in time for you could not leave the church at all!”
“I really don’t have it, please believe me”
But alas they did not instead the grabbed him throwing him to the floor and searched him for the dagger but as we know already he didn’t have it with him, no one could believe it but the then began to think could he have made it disappear to teach them a lesson? Only time could tell, now instead of locking him back in the church the stayed away from him ignoring him and forgetting he was there apart from the odd couple of people who still beat him up well tried to, he became smarter, stronger and faster over the next two years and began to fight back.
What happened with the dagger I hear you ask well that is explained now my friends, the day of his sixteenth birthday was one that will never be forgotten in the history of that faithful village, laying there asleep on the night of his birthday he heard voices coming from the church so he got out of bed and went to it being as quiet as possible as he enters the church and uncovers the dagger and load of faces flash before his eyes causing him to stumble backwards a little bit before leaving the church with the dagger but what he saw now that’s something worth talking about, but will I be so bold as to let you know? Hmmmmm, I don’t see why not...
As he left the church he saw nothing but fires, broken buildings, dead bodies and blood everywhere, looking at the dagger it had blood over it which was also on his hands, clothes even his face so he ran quickly home as he placed one hand on the door more faces, but still he went inside, and ran to his room quickly yet quietly, while in his room more faces then suddenly nothing... Now I am sure some of you are thinking I am a bit of a tease but bare with me, I still need to finish up on that small part of what happened.
Suddenly he woke up in his bed and everything was normal, not sure what happened he begun to think to himself, “Could it all have just been a dream? It seemed so real... Only one way to find out for sure” he went to the church luckily it was empty when he got there and went over to the loose stone moving it to discover the dagger wasn’t there, he put the stone back and left the church once more returning home to find the dagger in the middle of his bed... No idea how it got there he picked it up as he did everything went black, approximately forty-five minutes later he came back around to see broken building, houses on fire, blood and bodies painted the streets he was the only one left as rain begun to fall.
He started to walk the streets as he noticed his reflection in a puddle, he was covered in blood not sure what actually happened he runs away from the town never to return taking with him nothing but a tinderbox, the dagger and the clothes he was wearing, the next two years he trained learning to fight properly getting stronger and smarter to help him hunt for food. On his eighteenth birthday shortly after hunting and killing a large wild boar, he was approached by a fairly tall man, wearing a long black hooded robe with a black mask that had a blue design on one side of it; the man didn’t say much merely just a few words...
“You’re learning well Milosh”
“How do you know my name? Also who are you?”
“All shall be answered in time”
“I don’t care for time now answer me or die!”
“Go to the castle what isn’t there in the mountains above the clouds, if you wish answers and want to be trained properly”
Getting restless of the speaking he grabbed the dagger and went to stab the man but as he turned back around he was gone leaving nothing but a folded up piece of parchment, so being curious he unfolds it to see it is a map, now he was faced with a choice either follow the map to place where he was told to go to get some answers or continue his life on a mindless path going no where achieving nothing and just generally wasting time. He chose to follow the map and sure enough he found himself outside the walls of a castle that wasn’t there anymore, two robed figures were stood onto of a twenty five ft high wooden gate about a ft and a half thick, then both the figures walked to either side of the gate as it opened up revealing training fields, targets, weapons and everything any combat training area could need.
A few days pass after he starts his training when one night comes and he is approached by the dark figure from the forest,
“Who are you? Also why did you tell me to come here? I am sure it is more than just for some simple training”
“I am the one who will quite possibly be your new master, as for why I told you to come here... Well that is because I could sense great talent in you and I could see it as well, for you see your entire life I have been watching you closely. But the reasons why I brought you here are because of the training for a start, but before we continue I must ask you something child”
“Never call me child, also what is thing you must ask me, huh?”
“I can give you a gift that will help you advance in your training and allow you to learn secret abilities that will aid you throughout your entire life, so what be you? Will you accept this gift?”
“It depends on one thing, and that is what is the’ gift’ you are speaking of?”
“It is to become a creature of the night, and forever be known as a vampire, also if you choose to accept this gift you will also be known as an Assamite after which you shall choose to be a Warrior, Vizier or Cleric”
“Hmmmmm, well this is an intriguing offer and I shall take you up on it, as for my role I would like to be a Vizier”
“Very well then, from this point onwards you shall be an Assamite Vizier, but I do advise for the next few days you rest as your body changes for it may be the last time you ever sleep again”
After the conversation with a blink of an eye the figure disappears, reappearing behind him, without the mask on but his face was still mostly covered by his hood as he brushes away Milosh’s hair and bites his neck briefly before releasing him and disappearing into the darkness taking the man’s advice he lays down holding his neck as he slowly drifts off to sleep...
Well now, it would appear dear old Milosh here has gotten himself into quite the predicament but one thing that cannot be denied is things are now only going to get more interesting for now our young lets say friend is now becoming a creature of the night and as some of you may know but others may not all newly forming vampires have a prolonged slumber with one of the most dark dreams possible to back it up as their mind alters and their body changes making way for the new them, but anyway I have rambled on enough for now at least back to the story... Now where were we? Oh yeah, I am not sure how I forgot but anyway the dream went like this...
*Darkness all around him as he runs along a dark road until suddenly he hits the end of the road to find himself high up on top of a cliff quickly he turns to find himself stuck no where to go due to the huge fall below him. Standing on this pillar in the middle of the desert his skin starts to smoke and bubble briefly before suddenly bursting into flame chunks of his flesh fall from his body as he tries to scream in agony but nothing comes out from his mouth only blood as his eyes change colour starting to glow blood red fangs starting to grow as the last of his flesh falls off and burns away on the ground before he stumbles back and falls from the pillar still on fire blood flying from his body as he hurtles to the ground faster and faster the ground grows larger and larger before suddenly nothing... His eyes slowly open as he looks at his hands his skin still there but there is something different it is pale as he rises to his feet and looks into a mirror to see that he has fangs, blood red eyes, pale skin and onyx black hair, instead of his normal ice blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, normal teeth and dark blonde hair, confused as to why this is and where the mirror came from or even how it was suspended in the air the takes a couple of quick steps backwards and turns to run but smacks into a large man wearing nothing but black who hits him over the head knocking him out... Suddenly he awakes once more but this time it is in an ally way in the middle of the night no idea how he got there a over whelming hunger overcomes him he could hear the faint tap of heels in the distance so quickly he moves to find out what it was, as he reaches the end he notices a lone woman walking down the street so he starts to follow her, she takes a quick look back because she could hear footsteps louder than hers and sees him so she picks up her pace slightly noticing she was moving slightly faster he picks up the pace himself as she begins to run running as well he chases after her following her down into another dark ally way where he corners her in a dead end, he could hear her heart pounding like a beating drum of a lost tribe as he approaches her, grabbing her arms and pinning her against a wall, a small tear runs down her face as he leans close to her his fangs exposed as he kisses her softly on her neck and running his fangs along it slightly before pulling back to see the fear in her eyes, his eyes pierced hers as he stared into them looking deep inside of her the beating of her heart setting his inner most desires aflame her blood mixing with pure adrenaline as it courses through her veins just ready as it thickens inside of her before he moves back to her neck biting down slowly his fangs puncture her neck slowly digging their way into her veins her pure blood courses into his mouth as he swallows it drop by drop it runs down his throat as he drinks her blood she slowly stops resisting before her body falls limp in his arms and he allows her to fall to the floor*
Three days of dreaming he wakes up dripping in sweat he sits up quickly the light from a nearby torch burns his eyes due to them not being opened for three days straight quickly he closes his eyes he hears someone move into the room so opening his eyes slightly he sees the robed and masked man standing in front of him in silence as he slowly lifts one arm and clicks his fingers another person enter the room with just a robe on and places a tall glass of blood on the floor in front of him and leaves the tent leaving just Milosh and his new master in the room, feeling hungry he drinks the blood quenching both his thirst and his hunger in one go before looking back to his new master and waiting for him to speak.
“Milosh... I see the change was a success... I am now able to teach you things no mortal will ever be able to comprehend but one thing you must keep in mind, until you fully master any skill or abilities of our breed you must send your mind into a altered state this can be done in three ways, ritualistic sex, drugs or inflicting a heavy amount of damage to yourself”
“I understand, but I do have one question... Why did you say it may be the last time I ever sleep?”
“Assamites are trained to not sleep, being assassins we are constantly in danger and if you sleep you will be leaving yourself open to risk of being caught or killed in your sleep. Also a word of advice only ever let two people into your life and let them close to you both professionally and personally even if one of these two die you do not let anyone else know you on either of these levels all they need to know is what you do, your name not needed but you can tell people but no one shall ever know your second or last name, finally you should always keep your presence a secret unless it is completely necessary”
Having nothing else to say he just nods to his master who leaves the room closing the door behind him, now being able to see clearly again he looks around the room and notices two robes, a sleeveless leather top, slightly baggy trousers, and big black boots on a nearby chair, slowly he rises up from the bed and removes the clothes he had been wearing since he ran away from home and put on the clothes that seemed to have been left for him, now wearing the clothes he sits down holding the robe unsure if he should wear it or not, he chooses not to and begins his training... Now I could go into a lot of detail here and explain the training routine he went through everyday or I could just skip ahead by a few years and allow you to catch up in the middle of one of his training sessions, yeah, that seems to be a better idea to me...
"Faster Milosh come on! I know you are worth better than this don't make me add more weight!"
His master shouted as he was doing push ups with a large boulder on his back, his arms being hit from either side by two other trainers with metal poles, slowly forcing him to lose his grip on the ground but in last seconds gaining it back, wanting to cry out in pain he knew that if he did his master would beat him more then add more weight to his back without giving him time to rest.
Days upon days he would go without sleep training with these boulders on his back push ups, running, jumping, fighting and more. Till one day the boulders were released, and his master came to him, harnessing a sword that was glowing red like it just came from a black smith's furnace, the two extra trainers came over grabbing his arms and threw him to the ground holding him down as his master carved into his back with the red hot sword...
*No Mercy For The Weak, No Pity For The Dying, No Tears For The Slain*
After it was done the boulder was re-attached and he was sent out into the wild without any weapons only his clothes and ring which he had got from the first person to ever show him any compassion...
His task was to go into the wild and without sleep avoid the top Assamite hunters for a whole week, time went by slowly ticking slowly pushing his mind into a deep state of madness, not allowed to remove the boulder he would run never stopping for anything until suddenly, he was spotted the hunters came out from all the shadows around him leaving him but one chance to escape without failing.
He runs at a nearby cliff and leaps off it in a attempt to get to the other side, he lands barely on it but the edge of the ground gives way under the force and weight put down upon it as he falls 75ft down into a river trying as he might to stay above water he gets sucked under from exhaustion and a broken state of mind not being able to focus on staying above the water as well as hold the weight of the boulder...
Drifting downstream near death his short lived life flashes before his eyes, something in the flash wakes him once more in a new found mind as he tries hard to reach the surface of the water, eventually with barely an ounce of breath left he makes it and attempts to swim to shore nearly making but slowly starts to be pulled backwards to the centre once more as something or someone grabs his shoulder, pulling him out of the water he blacks out once more not seeing their face awaking in his clans grounds.
There was nothing attached to him just his soaked clothes, his ring was missing though, he tries to get up but the agony of his body stops him from moving as his master approaches him and someone else who was completely covered from head to toe nothing showing of them at all,
"You have done well my student, you managed to survive the trials and your are now well under way of becoming a full Assamite... Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes... But as for his ring I shall keep that for he is undeserving of such things"
“I agree... Come now let us leave him to regain his strength there is still much training for him to be done and you as well”
After speaking the two leave the room, as he lies there he keeps on thinking about who this person could possibly be and why they seem to think they could just take away one of his most meaningful things, but then he thinks there is nothing he can do at the moment for he doesn’t know who this person was but he knew that one day he will find out and he will get retribution knowing he cannot sleep he walks across the room very slowly and grabs a book from the shelf with no title and begins to read...
After a few days of being in his room resting his master enters the room one night to see him just as he puts the book away after finishing it for the second time, curious as to why his master has came he offers him a seat and sits himself down as well choosing not to sit his master just stands there and speaks.
“Remember when I mentioned you should only let two people know you one of which being me, well I have found you the second person you should allow to know you, her name is Iris and she is a few years younger than you... That is all I am permitted to tell you I am now going to leave and give you both some time to get to know each other because from this point onwards you two will be training together”
After saying that he turns away and leaves the room shortly after a young woman enters closing the door behind her and takes a seat on the other bed in the room she sits there for a short while before looking to him and speaking.
“As you already know my name is Iris, no need to tell me yours I have already been told it, well I guess I had better tell you about myself... I was born of royalty, my mother Riley was Queen and my father Emery was king. Growing up I knew that one day I would take my mother’s place and become queen but instead when I was sixteen I left home in search of something more because I didn’t like being treated like royalty all the time. As I travelled across the lands I heard of a master and his teachings so I went in search of him after two years I had found him and I have been training with him for the past three years alone until earlier today when he turned to me and said I was possibly the best student he had ever had but you were the closest thing to a rival I had so he brought me here and now here we are speaking, so... What’s your story?”
Now dear readers I could go on to tell you what he replied with but since we already know his history to date there isn’t much point in it but he did say something before letting her in on his history so I suppose I could tell you that much from it...
“Well I am unsure if the master had told you or not but my name is Milosh and as for your story I could not care less for your royal up bringing or for what he has to say about you fighting ability as such I shall be the judge and jury of that if and when it comes to a time we have to face each other, but anyway my history goes as follows...”
So there you have it Milosh and Iris then became partners in training, neither one of them wanted to do it nor did they want a partner at all but they were stuck with each other, years went on they fought, trained and even became good friends from the process there’s not really much to tell about what happened but wait, now I think about it there was one day that was unlike others which is actually the last remaining thing he ever told anyone about because it ends his past leaving him to go on into the bright yet somewhat dark outside world or was it? But anyway that turn of events went a little bit like this...
Three years after his ring was taken from him still not knowing who the person was that took it he had became good friends with Iris, a rare thing indeed but the two were inseparable where ever one went the other was sure to be not far away, they would always look out for each other, pushing each other to the limits trying to help each other grow stronger and faster whenever in a fight they were back to back, or side by side they were a unstoppable force.
They were out training, well that’s what they called it at least hunting each other down like animals fighting till the last couple of breaths out in the forbidden woodlands, they were the only two to ever be allowed entry due to excelling faster than anyone else and they needed the space otherwise it would limit their training or they would completely destroy the training grounds.
That day the had clashed fighting each other bare handed they both had lost their weapons earlier during the fight but something was different they weren't alone, they could both sense it but they wasn't sure what to make of it, as Milosh went to pick his and Iris’ daggers up from beside a tree where they had landed during the training process with Iris, as he drew nearer to the tree a form of werewolf jumped out at him but it was different...
This one was larger, stronger, faster and smarter than any he had seen before as it jumped out it caught his face leaving a tare going over his right eye, quickly he grabbed his dagger and flicked it round his hand to his normal grip style whilst turning to see the beast charging towards Iris, quickly he ran to help her but another came sending him right across the clearing into a tree nearly snapping his back in half, slowly everything went black, when he awoke he saw that his master was standing over him who then spoke,
"What was it that did this to you and Iris?"
"I... I don't remember"
His memory was completely blank about the whole situation and Iris still hadn't woken up yet, he had no idea what happened to her but felt bad for letting this happen, when his master spoke a few ritualistic words his mind begun to start unlocking allowing him to find out what he needed to know about the creature and left...
Now alone in the room with Iris in the bed next to his he sat up and moved towards the mirror noticing he had a large scar across his eye, he couldn’t bare to look at the at it anymore or even ever again, quietly he snuck out of the room and went to one of the head Assamites and asked them for a mask, now normally only Assamite leaders would be given one but because of how quickly he had mastered everything they could teach him they gave him just a plain black mask to wear with pride but also shame for hiding the scar which had been laid upon him.
After getting the mask he went back to his room and laid down in the bed waiting for his master’s return a few days went by and there was no sign of him and still no change in Iris’ state so he decided to make a very large mistake, he grabbed his stuff and put on the clothes that were given to him as well as one of the robes the stuff he grabbed he put into a bag and he left the clans grounds never to return for fear of execution by his own kind...
Well now there you have it, Milosh left once again, but what happened to Iris and his master I am sure you are wondering well I could explain that but I prefer to leave it a mystery to be unwound sometime in the future there is plenty more of Milosh for me to tell you but I feel I have said enough, maybe I shall tell you the next chapter in his life one day but until that day I bid you all farewell.