They had been waiting in line for hours and they were finally next. The man who had the list of appointments had been calling out names from morning, his throat was dry and his lips were drier.
"Complaint 66!", the man shouted.
Azarian and Nancy stood up from their seats. They walked up to the man and they could see that man had a long day.
"The captain will see you now.", he said.
They entered the captain's office. His office glamorous and filled with things he had collected over the years. Honour medals cased in glass, portraits of him and his comrades fifty years ago when the war effort resumed. He was younger then, he had a full head of black hair and had a charismatic charm in his eyes.
The captain was seated at his desk signing some paperwork sent by the Imperial Office in the Capital. He didn't move when an inch when Nancy and Azarian walked into the room. Azarian and Nancy sat on the chairs that faced his desk.
"Excuse me sir.", Nancy said.
The Captain put down his pen and looked at them. His hair had gone and his face wrinkled but he still had those charismatic eyes just like the portrait.
"Yes how may I help you today ma'am."
"It's my son.", she said, "He has been missing for three days now. We've searched everywhere, his friends homes, his school and we can't find him."
The captain turned back to his paperwork, picked up his pen and continued signing the paperwork.
"Have you filed in a report at the desk?", he asked.
"We did the day he went missing.", Azarian said.
"Who is the victim to you?", the man seemed uninterested and barely looked at them.
"What the hell!", Nancy voice heightened in anger, "I've just told you he is my son."
"Easy there ma'am, this is just standard procedure.", the man assured her.
"We are wasting time!", Azarian got off his chair, "Malak is out there somewhere and it's your duty to help us find him."
The man was uninterested and barely looked Azarian in the eye. He was so consumed with his paperwork and was irritated by their presence.
"How long has the victim been missing?", the man said with so much uninterest. Azarian and Nancy were at their breaking point.
Azarian slid across the other end of the table. He pushed the man's chair against the wall. The man was frightened, he tried to get out of his chair. Azarian pinned him against his chair and lifted him against the thick window. His head bounced against the window, tiny shards of stuck to back of his neck.
The man tried breaking Azarian's hold on him. He clawed and punched but Azarian had a death lock grip on him. The man tried screaming for help from the other enforcers, Azarian wrapped his hand around the man's neck. Chocking him, fighting for air to breath. His fingernails sharpened becoming claws and pierced the man's skin. Blood oozed from his neck.
"Azarian let go of him!", Nancy screamed, "Please let him go!"
Azarian's opened his mouth and two long fangs grew before the captain's eyes. The captain was fearful for his life and tried breaking Azarian's hold of him. He punched and clawed at his arm but nothing worked.
Azarian stared at the window and saw Samuel's ghost. He was smiling at him.
Azarian could hear the dying screams of his friend and flashes from that day ran through his mind. He remembered how he devoured his best friend like a lamb, how he begged for his life.
He let go off the captain and looked at his finger tips. They were covered in the man's blood. He looked around and saw Nancy in shock. She didn't move and he could see the fright all over her face by the way she was looking at him.
The Captain was holding onto his neck and didn't say a word. Azarian slid back on the other side of the table and grabbed Nancy by the arm and walked out of the office.
It was a quiet walk back to the house. Nancy didn't say a word and just gazed onto the path beneath their feet. Azarian replayed every moment of what had happened in the office. The man was fighting for his life and he nearly took it.
They reached the front door of the house. Nancy reached for the key in her pocket and nearly put in the key hole. She stopped and couldn't look away from the key hole.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a vampire?", She asked, "I thought they killed everyone of them two hundred years ago."
"I just couldn't bring myself to."
"Azarian I let you in my home for two years.", she said softly, "You became a part of this family and you didn't think, not even once to tell me who you were."
Azarian didn't say a word and couldn't bring himself to give her an answer. She put the key in the hole and unlocked the door. She slammed it wide open and walked right through. She went to her bedroom and slammed the door right behind her.
Azarian walked into Malak's room. Everything had been arranged nicely, his bed back in place, the clothes that were all over the floor had been packed and folded and the shards of glass had been thrown away.
Humphrey was sleeping on Malak's bed, he heard Azarian walking around the room and woke up. His mouth was still sealed shut. He got up on his feet and jumped around. He tried removing the plate of his mouth but couldn't.
"You know what happened to Malak don't you?"
Humphrey jumped around in excitement. Azarian sat on the bed and pulled Humphrey close. He placed his hand on the plate, he pulled and pulled but the thing wouldn't come off.
"Wait here.", he dashed out of the room.
He knocked thunderously at Nancy's door.
"Nancy!", he shouted.
She didn't respond. He continued knocking at her door until she finally came out.
"What is it?"
"I wanted to say I'm sorry. For not being honest with you from the beginning.", Azarian said, "There's alot I need to explain about myself and I will when the time is right but right now we need to find Malak."
"The Imperial Enforcers hopefully will sort it out."
"Let me go look for him.", Azarian said, "Clearly they won't find him. Malak and you are the only family I have and I need to protect my family."
Nancy sat on her bed and she was worried, Azarian could tell by the way she was playing with her fingers.
"I know you don't trust me anymore and I completely understand why but I need to do this."
"Where are you even going to go?", she asked, "We've searched everywhere in Stormica. We didn't find him."
"Then I will search The Capital and the entire Western continent if I have to.", Azarian said, "Let me bring your son back home."
Nancy nodded her head and gave him a hearty hug. She held onto him tight and her eyes teared up.
"Okay just promise you will come back with him."
"I promise."
Azarian went to pack every belonging he could fit in one bag. He went to Malak's room and grabbed Humphrey in his arms. He stood underneath the night's sky and Nancy waved him off. He began his journey to the capital.
"Oh good you are awake now.", The lady said. Alora couldn't move her body. She was laying on the cold hard prison floor. She tried to speak, her mouth didn't move. She grunted loudly trying to speak, her mouth couldn't utter the words."Palrugos.", the lady said, "An old paralysis spell used by mages during the war of ages." The lady smiled and paced around the small prison cell."I don't think we've properly met Princess.", she said, "I am Jade, daughter of Emperor Sebastien and hand to the Emperor. We've been monitoring your resistance movement for years now, every move you made we watched." Alora tried moving again. Her fingers twitched and she grunted even louder."The spell will wear off eventually. If I were you I wouldn't fight it.", She bent down and faced Alora. "I thought we killed every royal but here I am in the midst of the princess herself.", she said, "Never did I think that a royal was even in the resistance but again here I am surprised. Father is going to love th
"Come on my boy.", his father said, "It's the night." Azarian got out of bed, he grabbed his favourite warm winter coat on the rack. His father lit a lamp and they left the cottage. It was cold that night, like most nights during that winter. The snow fell underneath the sky full of stars and the glimmering moon. The cottage was in the middle of the forest away fifteen miles away from Sarania. The forest itself wasn't to pleasant, every night ever since he was born Azarian heard a rumbling growl. It scared him everytime. Azarian and his father walked into the forest. He heard the growling beast from the far distance. He was shaken and was on heels. His father looked down on him and saw the terror written all over his face. "Give me your hand.", he said. Azarian reached out his hand and his father placed it in his. His hand was small and soft, not a wound on it, it was innocent. "Where are we going papa?", Azarian asked underneath his breathe."I haven't been honest with you.", h
Day 3 In Salkatar PrisonAlora hadn't eaten ever since she was thrown into prison. The prison guards tried to get her to eat but she threw the disgusting slimy maggot infested food at the wall every time. "The other prisoners wouldn't be happy if they saw that.", Walna said, "Extra maggots, a delicacy here." Alora laid on her bed and shrugged herself in silence. She couldn't stop thinking about it, she replayed Kai's death. She could still hear his bones snapping like twigs and the image of the very life leaving from his body but the thing that was the clearest of all was Jade's cynical smile. She relived the moment the entire afternoon, going through the trauma again. A prison guard came banging at their cell with a bat. "Yard time!", he shouted, "Yard time!". He shouted those words on and on while the deafening noise of metal clashing against metal made their ears bleed. Walna got off her bunker and Alora was still lost in her thoughts. "I said yard time!", he banged the bat
The Landlord opened the door and two filthy rats chased each other out of the room. They vermin crawled inbetween the Landlord's legs. He crushed the rat's skull at the edge of his boot. His black leather boot coated in its blood."That's serves you right for coming on my property!", he yelled at the headless vessel "Bloody shitty vermin!" Azarian watched as he squeezed out every ounce of blood from the poor creature. The landlord was a very large man, rare for a pure breed Vallathian. His gut pressed against the fabric of his shirt. He didn't have a strand of hair on his head but his grey long ruggegged beard was quite the sight to witness."The finest rest in all of the Capital.", he said spontaneously, "Travelers pay good units for this place." The room was a disaster. The once beautiful floral wallpaper that covered the entire room was pealing off the walls. The ceiling boards had brown soak stains from the room above. The wooden planked floor was creaking everytime someone m
Day Five Alora hadn't seen Walna ever since the guards took her away. She had asked a few of the other inmates in Wing D for two days about what exactly the box is and what happens there. They all said their different vague things about the box but the one thing they all said at the end was,"Its where the sun never shines and where it never will."The day was over, Alora had just gotten out of the shower. She was walking along the hall and saw two guards casually having a chat. The guards looked familiar to Alora and then it hit her, they were part of the mob that beat up Walna a few days prior. "And that's the problem with these fucking non-humans, they disgust me the whole lot of them.", she over heard one guard say. "Trust me these past few days have nothing but a thrill dealing with that filthy fairy. I haven't had a rush like that in ages." the other guard said. She walked past them and she heard them laugh loudly, probably about what they did to Walna for the past few days.
He walked down the street and found the house. He knocked at the door twice. "I'm coming!", he heard a manly voice shout at the other end of the door. He waited for a while and no one came at the door. He knocked again. "I heard you the first time!", the man shouted, "Hold your horses." The man opened the door and it was the man he saw put up posters in the forest days ago. He even looked more tired than the time he saw him in the forest. Azarian removed the poster from his satchel and showed it to him. The man's dead face lit up in rage and confusion."Is this some bloody joke to you?", his voice heightened, "I don't see my daughter anywhere. Get the fuck out of my face." "Please I just want to talk." "What is there to talk about huh?", he said, "I don't see my daughter with you."He grabbed the poster out of Azarian's hand. "READ THE FUCKING POSTER!", he shouted. He tore the poster in front of his eyes. He walked away into the house and slammed the door shut. Azarian was p
Day 10 The sun was slowly setting. The air had become cooler and the sand beneath their feet cold. "Times up!", the guard shouted, "Put your tools down and proceed to the canteen for dinner!" The prisoners put down their tools along side their legs. The guards went round collecting them. Alora and Walna put down their tools and stood waiting for a guard to come collect them. "My hands have blisters.", Alora said. "That's what happens when you spend your entirely life in a palace and come down to reality." Walna said, "Isn't pretty is it?" "It's funny because I've always heard gruesome stories from father about this place. I guess he was right." "Accurate description of hell." A guard had come to collect the tools. "No talking you two.", he said, "Go to the canteen now for dinner." Alora and Walna walked away from the guard and headed to the canteen.They walked in a herd of chained prisoners. Alora kept her eyes on her blister filled hands, they caused her uncomfortable pain
Azarian walked into his room, he found Humphrey sleeping in the corner of the room. "Poor guy.", Azarian said. He went to his bed and saw dozens of drawings in black ink on pieces of paper. They covered the entire bed. He picked one up, it caught his eye, he put it under the light. There was a wide valley that touched the ends of the paper. There were tiny dots falling from the sky and slowly flooding the entire valley. The dots looked like snow falling from the sky. There were two shadowy figures in the far distance of the valley. They didn't have faces, they didn't have hands or arms they were just pure dark shadows. "What the hell."Humphrey woke up from his slumber and rushed over to Azarian. "You drew this?", Azarian asked.Humphrey shook his head rapidly in agreement. "What is this place?" Humphrey pointed vigorously at the paper nearly tearing right through it, he then pointed his soft paws at himself. "Your home?" Humphrey nodded his head in agreement. Azarian placed