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General Charles awoke, with a cold sweat in horror from a chilling nightmare that he just experienced. Breathing heavily as his mind replayed an old memory over and over every night within his head. A village he was born in, that no longer existed due to its destruction by a raid due to an enemy country that bathed every house in flames. It was Charles who was just a young teen at the time became the lone survivor. It scarred him mentally from the horror of the slaughter. Due to the bloodshed, it appeared that the moon was red that night. This event was in turn called the blood moon, as to not be forgotten.
With no family left ,his next home was inside the main city. Though young he joined the army ,which at first he thought of revenge. Yet as he became to understand battle, also the knowledge of why things happened. In time he too joined in the war, but as a tactician and being a quick learner picked up on a lot that helped him gain ranks within the army. In time he used the blood moon to encourage himself on stopping it from happening again. After 9 years the war finally was able to end. Charles has become the general of today ,for going above and beyond to end the war. Though the past remained inside as even stop the further loss of lives never healed his nightmares.
Back in the present time his wife notices her husband jumping awake.“What’s wrong hun” Charles’s wife Sara asked. In response he signed, showing some relief “It was that dream again,it seems that it happened again tonight as well.” Without another word spoken his wife immediately wrapped her arms gracefully around his bare torso, embracing him in a hug. Sara knew well of his nightmare, and tried to help him the best she could. Even in times of war, she supported him knowing he would always return. Funny enough they weren’t always a nice loving couple. She first met him, upon being one of the nurses to heal him from a minor wound. In this case it wasn’t love at first sight, yet Charles was a relentless type that didn’t give up and had a side that could charm any woman. That is until he met Sara, which took a little bit longer being she was much different than any other woman that he had ever met. Sometimes Charles would get himself injured just to make sure he would be patched up by her once again. Surely enough they connected after many years, in and out of battles. It inspired many to never give up, when it came to dating.
Thanks to his wife, Charles was again able to fall asleep and rest through the night, without any instance. As for the problem it was becoming more of an issue for him that would never go away until he was able to accept his past and move on. The Blood Moon was always remembered every year by those of the nation who would do a remembrance of the day. Eventually the other nation would do the same as it was a battle that should of never happened, with lives that should still be here. Sadly never once did Charles himself attend any ceremonies, as even now any glance at the moon appears the same blood red color. It saved him from minor pain, but at the same time extending his inner turmoil. Never once did he go back to the city ruins to look at the aftermath.
Since years had passed,only a handful of older men knew who he was, and where he came from. To everyone else he was a hero, and savior of both nations for stopping the bloodshed. As an icon he kept the peace, which was rewarded with a metal upon the first full year of peace. Overall it seemed everything was nothing but happiness, and there were no further issues. Little did many know of the conditions that were going on with Charles. As another special date was going to happen again, with the say result. Just like previous years the day was coming closer and this happened to be the 10th year anniversary, and the like normal Charles became more secluded.
The day before was filled with people running around, getting things ready for the following day, of remembrance. Though he approved of it, and encourage the celebration, sadly like every year he would stay inside for the event .Nobody questioned it and they accepted it ,since a lot of things could make it uncomfortable for him to attend. Yet this year his wife wasn’t going to have it,she knew why and decided on a solution. “Charles ,I think you need to face your fear. To long have you sat around or avoided your past. Clearly you have not options left, and you can’t go on like this. I suggest you visit those ruins.” This was said to him by Sara as he entered his house.
Catching him by surprise and leaving unable to really say anything back. She struck fast and clearly this time he couldn’t come up with an excuse or answer. In place he stood for a minute looking at everything, rather than step forward he took a glance at his wife and walked up to her. Seeing the worry in her eyes, Charles kissed his wife deeply before leaving without saving anything word. Being a man of high standing he was able to get a horse, to ride out to the now ruins of a once large city.
With haste he pushed the horse to the limits arriving there many hours after when it was the darkest of night. It was then he finally came upon the ruins, which were only hours away on horseback. No words came to mind, as flashes of the incident now appeared when he placed his feet on the ground. Charles was close to screaming out, due to collection of scenes in his head, but then a group of three men broke the silence as they had seen him in the distance. They were weary looking, and not people Charles had noticed, but there interruption brought him back to reality. Suddenly upon getting a closer look he saw that, they had once been soldiers for the opposing faction. Due to his years it was something a general could easily notice.
Almost like he was on a battle field Charles attacked the three men, who could only feel bewildered knowing they could do nothing to stop his actions. Lunging forward he put his hands around the neck of middle man who was too scared to move. Yet before he tightened his grip he could see the fear that resembled those of the citizens ten years ago. Now where he once stood in front of the older man ,Charles now had fallen to his knees and cried. This was strange to the man ,but having already found out who he was ,got down to his level and placed their hands on his shoulder showing the same teary faces knowing what was wrong. As it might have seemed like an odd scene for these men, it was a much needed confrontation that General Charles had to experience. In a way he hated that his city was the target, but they were all soldiers and even they were haunted by the same event. The rest of the night he talked with them, as they were finally able to have closure. Though he couldn’t erase the past, Charles knew that everything happens for a reason. So he would spend his life making sure nothing like that happened again.
The moon...our only natural Satellite,
an ocullar orb that stares down upon us since its' formation eons ago.
When a pale white light it shines ...lovers embrace...
When rising high into the night a soft golden orange...the time to harvest is near.
When a full and pale blue ...good fortune awaits all who gaze upon it,
when there is the "blood moon" the cursed moon...
the Evil eye that speaks of ill fortune and doom.
The cursed eye which legends of doomed heroes are written by.
It rises as a full moon rudy and tinged a light crimson,all life stops and stares...
all nature's creatures instincfully seek shelter ....lost souls,bloodshed,sorrow
will rule the nights until its' passing...lamenting and tears the days will be full with...
In the village the soft sobbings can be heard...the cursed moon has once again claimed the night sky...
and saddly its third victim of this one single night,more will come..*sigh*
It is my job as a both scolar and headsman,scolar by choice ...headsman ..only by chance...
the former one was a victim of another cursed moon several years ago ....when we did find the man
..saddly not much was left of the poor bugger...his head actually was all that was in a single piece
..the rest...lets just say "mother earth" had a good drink of him....
To the business at hand...
when Questioning the good-lady Mrs.Wren I had discovered that the culpret was not a madden bear as the attacks
two nights ago nor was it human either ....she went on to discribe a small-ish cat/bat human like creature...
with eyes that can chill the blood and freeze the soul...
I found myself both fearful yet intrigued...thinking to myself as I gazes down upon what remained of Mr.Wren
a creature....a creature.. the size of a small child,perhaps the size and weight of the average five year ago
...did this...did all this!...I choke back thoughts of such a thing sitting in a tree waiting to pounce upon me
as I walk home later on....
the flesh was baddly torn,it hung loosely in shreds about his body,hanging like scraps of old clothing...
save for his face,great care was taken not to so much as to disturb a single hair....it left me pondering many
trains of thought as to just how I was to keep these good people alive through this ordeal...
I was awaken early this morning by pounding on my door..seems even much later through the night our "creature"
was busy...the little "darling" had added yet another three victims to his tally board....Burt,the raggey olf fisherman..
Ellroy...the proprietor of the town's many stils...and saddly our undertakers assiant Antony Sands....my-my-my...
just what to do ....
I have a called town meeting ....*hummmmm... actually that and a town wide curfew is just about all I can do*
Dearest Ladies...Gentlemen ... we all know why we are all hear ...I sanction that a town curfew be enacted for the
good of all ... at the first signs of dusk all town's persons shall shutter and lock all doors and windows...I shall
also have armed parties patrol the streets....traps shall be set...*how much good it will do...I no not*
this news is met with both committment and sad hollow eyes...they will listen and do as asked ...but until it all ends
fear will have hold to their very hearts....
two days have passed ...tracks of small foot prints have been found around many of the traps that have been set....a
good omen for sure ,,,,
another two days have past ...no new victims...well human ones that is ...seems its taste for blood is slacking off...
taking in all its fill by now perhaps ....only finds we found have been a few half mangled deer and a singlar half grown bear
As I sit under the red moon of this red planet called Red Star named for Red Redderson I am wondering why all these festivities that happens in the Red Star festivals.
Last year there was a missile launched into the sky and when it exploded super glue came down upon the cars in the parking lot, well we didn't know this until my buddy Red Redmar went to get in his car and he stuck to the door handle, once he did he yelled up a storm that caused his powers of controlling passing comets go out of control, those comets turned into missiles as the plummeted into houses exploding them. yes they became meteorites hitting every where. We were dodging those explosions and falling rocks until Red Redmar was released from the superglue.
It took time as the noise explosions and everyone else that was stuck, a pile of them was in a way. To get there the rescuers had to climb over everyone. An having cleat marks on your back does not feel good, yes I was one of those in the pile.
That was some festival, but every year there is a problem. well first before I tell you oof the year before let me introduce myself:
See My name is Red too, but I rather be called Haven for my last name is RedHaven, this caused me to not really like the word red, so i went with Haven.
The year before in the first Annual Red Star Festival there was such commotion that the second festival may not of happened. you see the stands were all rigged for some reason.
What I mean they were not rigged in a way of explosion, but in a strange way indeed. The stands on where everyone sat to watch things and take a break once in awhile turned against the people. They did not collapse, but on the strike of 2 O'clock a hour into the festival they wrapped around whomever was on them like a metal blanket.
There was a grasping of oh no, cause red Redturn a master of turning things into lava was one wrapped inside, people hoped he would not get to use his powers, cause he may kill the others wrapped too.
The hoping was to late, he was startled so bad his powers leaked and it started corroding the stands, but there was water mixed in somehow too, keeping everyone safe. The stands disappeared quickly, but the lava left a hole in the street and those all who were wrapped fell into the sewer system. They all ended up boiling stinking mad over whomever did this to them, but you guessed it no one knew or found who done it.
I am hoping the red star festival this coming year is not the last, cause of those two previous years, they almost shut down every thing. they are using more precautions this year. I am wondering myself who done this stuff. I am wondering if things will go alright, plus I am wondering why I am the one locked in this jail, I am wondering how was I arrested, Cause I didn't do those stunts or did I, my powers are unknown to me cause they say I have amnesia powers, so I rather not look in a mirror, if I do, I forget why?
I hope I can get out to enjoy the next festival cause I know I didn't do those things, cause how did I get stuck or end up one of those in the sewer, but I guess I'm a scapegoat.
I didn't get out, and the festival of red Star will never happen again, cause a tank, yes a dunk tank came alive with one dunk of a person and started throwing the softballs back at those who threw at it. that is what I heard anyway sitting in this jail wondering why?
it was in the middle of august. Dry weather great to harvest the wheat and other farm products that needed this dry weather before harvesting. In a land that was called Crossfield a girl had a dream, maybe even a vision about her own future.
She was running over the fields were the moon had turned blood red. She was followed by villagers with sticks and hay forks, the torches burning hot , some even had ropes with them.
She hide herself with in the bushes that she passed. Hearing the angry voices of the villagers
“were did she go?” and some others “we need to find her”
“why is she so important?”
“she uses Wicca, not only that the nobles of this villages asked us to kill her at the harvest festival”
“why would they do that?” “that doesn't matter, their will is our law”
one of the ringleaders shouted “don't forget to use those forks in the bushes so she can't hide their”
with these words heard the girl slowly moved backwards, carefully without making a noise crawled away from the group, she couldn't help to moan when her hands touched a sharp stone.
“she went that way”
there was no use to stay low, jumping to her feet, the girl started to run hard again. It was of no use, the villagers already had surrounded her. Forcefully she hit the ground, her hands were bound together behind her back, she were made to stand again. “please tell me what are you planning to do with me?”
“that is something or liege lord will decide about, in my opinion you need to be burned alive at the stacks. Or even drowned, be happy that it is not us to punish you for the witch craft you practice”
“but, but I am not doing that”
“then what are you doing with the herb and plants you collect in the forest.”
“that is to spice my food. Or to brew herbal tea”
after that the villagers just stop talking to the girl and they ignored everything the girl said, even the begging to slow down a bit wasn't heard. Maybe heard but they didn't listen to her in fact they started to walk faster, the girl tripped and there was no time to stand on to her feet again. The last part of the road to the town she got dragged around by the angry group of villagers. To make it even worse they found pleasure in it to walk a few extra miles, just to pain her some more.
When the group entered the market place or village center, the girls beautiful cloths were torn to pieces. Ripped apart by the stones that were laying on the ground. The village women laughed at her, because her pale skin was red and purple from the bruises and the wounds she had sustained when the angry farmers dragged her around the fields.
From behind the crowed a gorgeous looking man came closer.
“you will be perfect for this festivals offering to thank the land for the rich harvest it has given us.”
“why me? There are so many more girls that are more beautiful or wiser?”
“the land wants you, haven't you seen the blood moon, shining tonight and the last few night as well. It was a sign that the land needed fresh blood”
“that is not true, you just want to murder me. Because I am the only one that oppose your ruling and would be heard in a other village”
“stuff something in her mouth I don't want to hear anymore words from her, is the block ready for the offering”
“yes,our lord it is ready”
the girl tried to resist but it was of no use, she was forced on the block,
“let the festival of thanking and offering begin” shouted the lord
he walked towards the block were the girl was sitting on, drawing his special blade. He started to cut the girls veins, first in her knees than her wrists. Under the block there were some buckets to catch the blood of the girl. After she was drained from her blood, a painful and slow process. She still was alive when they brought her to the stacks were she would burn after that like her blood the ashes would be spread over the fields. Done in a parade, the women would be dressed like nymphs and the men would dress themselves as demons or satyrs. This was a special festival that took place every 6 years. The girl saw the torch for fire coming near.
Screaming a girl wake up at a different place and age. Still heavily breathing she turned all the lights on and checked her body to see if there were markings or even scars from the events she saw in her dream, it had felt so real, she new that it would have been a memory from the past, that happened not that long ago. She saw were the ropes cut trough her wrists but not the cuts from the lord's blade, she could feel her muscles ache. She didn't dare to go back to sleep, afraid she would have that nightmare again.
what should I do, the cloths were like begin this century, this offering isn't going to happen again right? It can't be that this was just a nightmare? Who can I ask to give me more information?
Almost every night she had the same dream. When she looked outside the moon looked not like it should do it wasn't the pure white light but bloody red, almost as if the blood was flowing out of the moon.
It was the last day of August she got a phone call from a family member who lived in a different country,
“hey, Virginia. I heard you can't get a decent amount of sleep lately, can I help you with something?”
“hallo cousin Dra. That would be wonderful, when should we meet?”
“I think Virge that it is the best that you come to our country and meet up with us, if you are willing to do that of course, it is now Thursday it should be enough time to get a plane ticket, so that we can meet us this Friday around 5PM in restaurant 'The Gloyester Game' that is the place where also the rest of the gang will meet. If you want you can go out with us afterward. And decide our course of action that weekend”
“that sounds lovely, I might do that, since I haven't gone out since I got this nightmare. I even called myself sick until I can manage to do something about it. On top of that it is only a flight of 2 hours, think I am flying over tonight and take a room in a hotel for this weekend”
“why not stay with me,Virge?”
“I don't want to impose on you too much, Till tomorrow Dra”
“bye Virge, see you Friday”
Begin the hunt
A large group of men rushed through the forest not far from the village. The leaves that had mostly fallen were flattened under their feet as they raced through the bare trees. The only light came from the moon, which shined a tint of red. It was a time of the year where the blood moon shown symbolizing the hunt to stock up on. The weaker remained in the village, as the stronger tread on the dangerous mission. They were made up of fathers, brothers, uncles, and sons who all had the same objective in mind. It was to capture food, and collect as much as they can during the small window of opportunity. The arsenal of which they carried was bow with numerous arrows, cutting tools, and lastly rope to tie together whatever the happened to kill. They all knew the blood moon brought out the worst in animals. As each would be aggressive, due to the blood moons properties, even a deer could be threatening more than a wolf.
Bow at the ready at finally found a spot deep within the woods. No communication was allowed, as the only sounds they could make were footsteps, which could be easily separated from anything foreign.8 men in all hand there back close to cover the blind areas, in case of an aggressive attacker. Not long after eyes filled the darkness all around them, rather than run away from the sound. Unable to fire they all stood in the circle back to back gazing into the distance as the creatures emerged from the dark into the moon light. It quickly showed a pack of 5 wolves on one side, mouths dripping with blood of their victims. While the other part slowly appeared with 3 deer, a rather large bear and a rabbit sharing similar red eyes that mirrored the moon. It was a stand still for what felt like an hour when it was only a minutes time.
No need for words as each could understand one another through body language, and situation. They knew which would be the biggest danger and shifted enough to have good aim,with 3 guarding the back just in case. The five would pull back on the bows with an arrow armed, breathing as their heart beats seemed to overpower the growls and snarls of the animals. One of the five happened to shift upon a weak stick. The snapping sound felt like a gun had gone off in a race. With the wolves be the first to charge. Killing intent in there red eyes as they barged forward, yet not one of the 5 moved an inch beyond releasing the arrows. Simultaneously the arrows flew, all making a hard impact on each of the wolves head. Over in a blink of an eye was there attempt. For what came next was happening before they could turn around. As the rest of the animals started slower but accelerated faster so the result was two dead deer, and bear that only one arrow couldn’t bring down.
With the remaining deer plunging its head into one of the 3 men knocking him away from the group, gave way for the bear to claw at the person in front. Without a quick reaction one of the three was killed when his face met with the might of a bear’s claw. It shook up the group more as they turned around. The last man was distracted and didn’t notice the smallest of the enraged animals lunging at his throat. Luckily the quick action of one that killed the wolves was able to throw a knife killing it in one shot. Everything was happening in a rush, even if it felt like they had been in slow motion. The Six backed up in time to avoid the deadly swipe, unable to look over at the happenings with the last deer.
At the same time they began to fight the bear, the man who was alone fighting the enraged deer, which normally would have been a quick kill. Instead the blow broke a few ribs, rather than just knock the wind out of him. It knocked him quite a bit back, and without bows as the deer was over him. Its mouth dripped of blood and saliva as it was opening to bite down on the hunter. Thinking quickly he jammed the bow in its mouth getting stepped on it the process injuring his legs. The strength of the beast was unreal as it was slowly winning, with enough reach though the man grabbed one of the knife within the tools. Swiftly he jammed it within the deer’s neck to cause spurts of blood to erupt as the life left it almost instantly. Falling onto the ground he could feel aches all over, unable to do anything more.
Not knowing the fate of him the six men backed up as the bear was on all fours readying to lunge. Slowly two of the men in the middle armed themselves with arrows, trying not to react to fast in hopes of messing up the blame they had come up with. Requiring little motion of the other 4 was passing the rope having 2 each holding one end. They all kept backing away slowly lining the 4 up ,and when they stopped the two in the middle took aim ,taunting the bear in the process causing it to fall into the trap . With haste the bear once again went for another attack but on two legs, yet during that time they were able to shoot arrows aimed for the eyes with one making contact. In rage the bear shouted trying to be rid of the pain and arrows. Given this chance the four men ran on either side, dragging the rope in a straight line. Yanking it hard against the legs of the bear, making it fall flat on its face. Already prepared again were the ones who shot the arrows, this time they had there knives ready to assault the bear on their level. With ease the knives hit vital spots and silenced the bear, and ending the battle of the hunt.
Looking over at the carnage, they knew that one life had been lost. Surprisingly they spotted and recovered the one who had fought with deer single-handedly. It was known the risk, and it was for a good cause as food for all. So now using the rope they gather the deer first, along with the injured and dead. It took several trips to gather everything, but after everything it was a success. They were all able to gain more then what they lost.
The war I am talking about is a battle of Pennsylvania versus Transylvania, it maybe fiction but it may not be..
Transvania and Pennsylvania had times of war in the past , but not with each other. Or did they you see sylvania means woods in some cultures, and hidden within these woods maybe secrets no one knew about.
the vampires legend of Transylvania everyone seems to know cause of the base of that famous story came from this region, they say vampires still exist there, but so does other places to Have there legends, and Pennsylvania is no exception as of the Keystone name for it to be the keystone of America, but it is said there is a portal to another dimension somewhere hidden in secrecy from those German Dutch, yes the Amish which has legends of there own, curses they grow up believing in demons as such.
See if I heard correctly Keystone was a name of a vampire from Pennsylvania he was a blood thirsty one, though he really got his name by the battle of Transport a area that vampires protected in the center of the state, though unknown nowadays where the location is.
Keystone one day went and opened the portal and went swiftly through. He found himself on the outskirts of Romania in the west,In the area of Transylvania.
Others saw him go through and reported it back to the vampire guild head vamps. they soon followed by going through.
Keystone was no where to be found, but there was a trail of blood going toward a narrow walkway up through the mountainside. So they followed the stench by tasting there way through.
Keystone was found in a castle talking to a good buddy he said of his, but the Masters knew he wasn't as off those bodies stabbed all around the castle, they knew that they had to get keystone out of there or a fight was going to pursue.
"Oh more guess are here as strangers are rare", this pale looking master of this castled replied. The Head Vamps all they did was nod there heads.
Keystone was looking at them and knew something was definitely wrong, "What's up count? Is there something you don't like about us we are here just to ask you over for blood sausage" Keystone asked and required.
On the note of blood the Count went off he started grabbing spears and tossing it at it him, all kinds with dynamite ends and stuff that no man would want to see with intestines on it.
Everyone ran out, the atmosphere became more terrifying than ever as the overcast became dark like night, the thunder roared with black lightning as it hit the ground like electricity with blue sparks, the vampires then when got to the treacherous trail turned into bats and flew.
They flew to the gate and swiftly went through, but without noticing there was a hark chasing them right into the door. Poof the door was gone.
In Transport the door reopened and out flew the five bats and turned back into themselves. But they had no time to talk as the hawk turned into the count, the count was firing his powers right at all of them with great aim.
The red spears of Drakyl he called the blood called arrows coming out of his hands, shooting at there hearts and heads.
The counts powers was so intense, that these Head vamps could not manage to get a grip on the details and one got hit and disappeared in to dust. The others were aiming there blue and orange rays with desperate hope of pushing the count back, but without the door open there was no hope.
Keystone saw this was going be a great struggle, he made a quick plan and secretly snuck toward the door. Once he got behind the count he called out his name: Drakyl your the unman you reek of blood of skunks and you love garlic with crosses and you kiss you mother good night" taunted Keystone.
"You Blasted Fool I killed my mother for just that!" yelled The count, then he aimed that projectile at keystone with fierce intensity, it shot out with force and the count following fast behind.
The count hit Keystone but he stood ground without fear of any more, once the count brought into place his spear he was holding, Keystone grabbed. Grabbed so tight he flipped the count right in the air and the door opened with great force and the count couldn't keep his powers to stop him from going swiftly in.
The count soon disappeared and the door closed with keystone falling upon the exit, he then turned to stone.
See the doorway middle stone on a arch is also called a keystone and it may have been named after this heroic vampire legend.
The count was never seen in Pennsylvania again, but in Transylvania that is a story already told.
Keystone became a stone covering the gateway to Romania for vampires, is the legend told by the Amish of the area, Though not much bloodshed in this quick war it be well known though keystone is the center of All Transportation for u.s and Transylvania is said that castle is one of the scariest places on earth.
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