Shadowfallen strolled through the streets of Harper Rock, he knew the sun was going to set soon. He didn't want to stay the night in a hotel or an inn, even through he had enough money. Julian was amazed of the sum that his sire Morghan gave to him, but it was safe at the bank, and he didn't want to waste it before he knew on which side he wanted to fight.
Soon he found the entrance of the sewers. using his new gained ability to walk over water he searched for a hidden isle surrounded by sewage, and also found it. He sat down and closed his eyes, then he remembered something. Reaching beneath his cloak he pulled our an old diary, the crest of the white wyvern was printed on the front, the symbol of his old hunters order.
He opened it and scanned through the pages.
Most of it was written in dutch and german, he remembered that he always used the language of the country he was in right now.
(translated from dutch)
17th February 1999
Today was my 4th birthday, and I got this book from dad, he said I should start writing a diary, so here I go. Kindergarten is getting quite boring, I'm way ahed of the other kids, I'm the only one that knows how to write but I am still very bad at math. But because I turned four today mom said I won't have to go there anymore. I think It's because of the thing dad and Jan (male name) are doing. I've asked my cousin what it was but he always said that my uncle won't allow him to talk about this, but he also quit kindergarten at the age of four. Today I have listened at the basement door again. I hear strange noises, like metal hitting and stuff like that. I always see grandpa and other old men entering it, the mansion is quite full these days, more people. Mom says those people are part of my family but I don't think so, no one of them has white hair like me, only grey. Slowly I'm wondering why I am different, mom is blonde, dad has black and my sister has brown hair, so why do I have white? Grandpa and the other old men don't like me is it because I look different? But I should stop writing now, dad said I have to rest, he told me tomorrow was my big day, but I don't know what he means.
Shadowfallen shook his head.
"How naive I was back then... but happy"
He continued reading.
18th February 1999
Vampire Slayer. Dad said I'm something like that now. Doesn't he know that vampires aren't real? Today I finally was allowed to enter the basement . There were some training devices and a long table where the old men were sitting. As I entered they started to sing something, some kind of prayer I think. But I didn't understand it. Then dad gave me a black sword, it looked strange, much too thin bus still very heavy, I can barely lift it. Then they hurt me. I got strapped on a table while an old man drew something in my shoulder with a needle, it still hurts, but it looks kinda cool, it's some kind of snake, or dragon, but there are also some strange lines under it, I have seen them once at the grocery store. But after that dad started to tell me all about vampires, I still don't get it. But then he showed me how to wield the sword, and trained with me, but I'm sill very bad.
The rest of the entries consisted of training and some small adventures like learning to ride a bike or sleepovers. Things a four year old would write.
15th October 2001
School started today, it's very easy, but I'm still very bad at math. We have a nice teacher. Ms Födermayr (german name) My dad insisted I should learn english and german too, she agreed and now i have more homework than anybody else, that kinda sucks. But I already found a friend, his name's Christoph I want to tell him about my training, but dad forbid me. But we get along very good, he's one of the few ones with a gaming console at home, so sometimes I come over to play, but most of the times I have to train with dad. I am really good with the sword now, it nearly weights nothing, but my cousin has a much cooler weapon, it's a stick of some sort a very long one and he can reach much farther than I can. We even trained together but he would beat me up every time. But mom said I mustn't cry.
The rest was pretty much the same, school, training, hanging out with chris.
17th february 2007
Jan has slain his first vampire but he's only 13. Well he's one year older than me. Oh and today's my birthday again. I now speak fluent english and german, and I'm understanding what the training is all about, Vampires do exist ad my family is hunting them, they must be very evil. The elders still hate me for not being as good as Jan but I get better, dad told me Jan his not better but different he practices the Okinawa-te style some asian stick or staff fighting, while he teaches me Muso Jikiden Eishin-ryu it was very hard to even learn the word. It means that I have my sword in the sheath most of the time, and put it back there when I finished a strike, I'm even better than dad with it now, and that is why he wants to send me to austria, my training will continue there, I still don't know what the austrians have to do with vampire hunting but I soon will. It's sad that I have to leave chris, but I will write some letters, also I will go to a music school there. So I have to pack my suitcase now and take the next train.
Shadowfallen closed the book, he was toot tired to read on. He thought about the old times, and how much fun he had with Chris. But he also remembered why he hated the elders. Those old men have no idea about the vampires, and just hunt them because of tradition, religion and fear. And even worse they force the kids, that don't even share the same believe in god to become like them. Julian thought about how his life would be if he had a normal family.
He put the book back.
"Tomorrow I'll read on"
Becoming your enemy, The diary of J. A. Shadowfallen
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Becoming your enemy, The diary of J. A. Shadowfallen
"The shadows won't judge who you are, it doesn't matter if you're a human or a vampire, as long as you can accept them they will aid you."
-Julian A. Shadowfallen, childe of Morghan.
-Julian A. Shadowfallen, childe of Morghan.