Post by †Arisen† on Nov 10, 2008 21:46:55 GMT -6
The vampire kingdoms have slowly dominated Earth. There are a few rebels against the vampires, including humans, vampires, lycans etc. Sadly, most of those rebels are shot down when they attack. Few have lived to tell the tale, and have suffered serious injuries. A destroyed town that not even the vampire nobles, who rule, dare send their men is where the rebels stay.
Arsen walked quietly through the crumbling ruins of the city. It had been given the name of Guardian. The people here were probably the last who remembered what had passed nearly 200 years ago. These were the people who raised the next generations in silence, trying to keep themselves alive from the shadows.
Arsen came to the city edge. There it was. The vampire capital.
"Soon," He murmured "Soon."
He turned away from the glowing capital and back toward the ruins. He felt responsible for the change of hands, the change of cards.
He was once one of the vampire generals, leaving most weary of him, of his actions. Arsen didn't blame them. He couldn't.
Now, he led the rebels, trying to balance out the power, forcing the vampires back into the shadows where they belonged. Where they should've stayed.
He snarled and headed back through the ruins, ignoring the elder humans who shied away from him as well as the younger ones who flocked him. To the young, he was a hero. To the old... well, they hadn't forgotten.
And he had to bear the guilt.
Though, there were a few humans that were his friends. And a girl he was particularly fond of. She trusted him, She followed him.
And she happened to have to be watching the orphan children while Arsen did his rounds of checking the city, Guardian.
He had to give a small smile. As soon as his chore was done, he could help her with the orphans.
Arsen walked quietly through the crumbling ruins of the city. It had been given the name of Guardian. The people here were probably the last who remembered what had passed nearly 200 years ago. These were the people who raised the next generations in silence, trying to keep themselves alive from the shadows.
Arsen came to the city edge. There it was. The vampire capital.
"Soon," He murmured "Soon."
He turned away from the glowing capital and back toward the ruins. He felt responsible for the change of hands, the change of cards.
He was once one of the vampire generals, leaving most weary of him, of his actions. Arsen didn't blame them. He couldn't.
Now, he led the rebels, trying to balance out the power, forcing the vampires back into the shadows where they belonged. Where they should've stayed.
He snarled and headed back through the ruins, ignoring the elder humans who shied away from him as well as the younger ones who flocked him. To the young, he was a hero. To the old... well, they hadn't forgotten.
And he had to bear the guilt.
Though, there were a few humans that were his friends. And a girl he was particularly fond of. She trusted him, She followed him.
And she happened to have to be watching the orphan children while Arsen did his rounds of checking the city, Guardian.
He had to give a small smile. As soon as his chore was done, he could help her with the orphans.