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His mind yanked from him, Lucian could not realize anything. His senses were not connected to his body and his flesh could not register what was around him. Such was the tortures of the trauma that was inflicted upon him.
Such was the oddity that he experienced when a small spark of light appeared within his vision. A glint in the cosmos that slowly consumed his vision. His first feelings being not of fear or panic, but relief from the pain he did not realize he was being tortured with.
Then, as if in mere moments from one another, he felt a slight stabbing at his gut.
“Wake up!” Barked a loud voice that took over the entire world of Lucian for just that moment, “Rise, Peasant!”
As to answer the command Lucian’s eyes opened. The world was bright when compared to the knight before. The trees surrounding the area had died off and become wilted under the brutal light of Morrslieb that had shined upon them. Because of this the sun was able to piece the canopy and shine off the suit of armor that was poking him with a lance.
He recognized the armor in an instant as the same armor he saw only just yesterday.
“M-My Lord!” Lucian’s words felt jumbled as if coming from an extremely long nap. He noticed then that the armor the Knight wore was died a tinge of red and the sun did not rise as high into the sky as he thought it did.
It was a red morning it seemed. The world itself bleeding at the death and destruction that was wrecked here.
“Peasant, what happened here?” The Knight did not demanded with firmness and what might have been worry, “Tell me now so that you may exhume yourself of potential crimes.”
Lucian went to speak and noticed for a faint moment that his mouth was not dry. In the next instant he spoke while still feeling the effects of morning, “M-My lord, a… a Vampire attacked!”
“Vampire?!” There was little question in his voice as he looked around and looked upon the landscape, “What did it look like? Did it tell you its name?”
Lucian gave a shaking of a head, “I have no name to present to my lord, only that she claimed herself to be a von Castein. I know that it was a fine woman who surrounded herself with wolves. I am sorry, but Morrslieb robbed me of even the color of her hair.”
“I see.” The Lord said as several other warriors of the Lord rode next to him.
