ILLYRIAN
Druish Pervonian Wizard
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THE MASTER !
Does anyone one else know how old The Master is or how she got to be like he is, does The Master know if she or he is a female or a male? How did the Master become as she or he appears or even how she or he became a vampire let alone know of her gender?
When he was but twenty three years old Mordred Graeves (pronounced Graves) really upset a very powerful witch. The witch threw Mordred down into a hole in the ground, what the witch didn’t know was the hole was a remnant of an earthquake.
The hole was like a tube that came from or went to a hundred and twenty miles virtually straight down underground. Mordred felt as though she was falling forever, he stretched her arms out wide in an effort to slow his fall, not that it slowed her descent.
At the end of the descent was a cavern that was large enough to have its own lake not that Mordred could marvel at its beauty, it was pitch black in there. The only way he knew which way was up was due to drips of water that fell on her.
So he knew which way was up but the sound also told her of water in the bottom of the cavern, a lake that increased with size. He did not know how many drips fell into the lake or how quick the height of it was being raised.
Though she knew he’d have to find a way out soon, seeing in the dark was a problem though the longer she was down there the more accustomed to the dark he became until without knowledge of it happening she began to see in the dark.
Seeing his scratches on the walls of a tube at head height she knew he had found the way out what she didn’t realize was how long it would take to get out not that he knew how long it was to the other end of the tube. As she climbed it increased his strength, not just of his legs but mainly her arms and fingers.
In the early times he had eaten any animal or insect that she found but with his eyesight being returned he refused to eat many insects that may have kept her fit eventually he had to drink their blood to keep herself alive. When he found she didn’t need to sleep it saved him from the fear of falling down the tube.
Gripping the walls exercised the muscles in her fingers he didn’t even know she had, his arms often held her when nothing should have, he realised her body was making use of the blood in more ways than he thought of.
Each morning she looked up into the tube hoping he would see even the merest hint of light, not daunted she kept going even though he’d had little to eat or drink her body seemed able to cope with the ever increasing work load. Though as the time passed small rodents became more frequent and the goodness felt better.
Then after what seemed like several life-times there appeared at the end of the tube a light, for days it stayed there then to aid his awareness the light began to get brighter. Able to guide the body up she forgot if he should refer to herself as him or her not that it bother him, she couldn’t remember the benefits of what for.
Like he had felt the cold as she had when he was descending she began to feel the warmth as he ascended into the moisture laden air she kept in his body cold. Then at last she felt the air was too warm on his skin yet it often changed to be just cold enough until the light grew to be far too bright for her to see what was in front of him.
Her escape from the tunnel was not welcomed by that witch though he did laugh just like any maniac would at her reaction to him. The witch refused to let the Mordred beast go scot free so he wished upon her to drink as he always had, she laid a curse that had him as the first ever monster of his kind.
She often heard the creatures of the night refer to his mastery of all that was so she began to know himself as the Master, she thought that his name was better than the mistress so from that moment on he started to know himself as The Master. The witch saw to many people make friends with him so he called him a vampire.
To taunt his looks she made the skin on his face wrinkle to an ugly creature that became worse as his cruelty to humans grew worse and let him find a witch who was short of power, she would feel the power of his wrath. It was over the duration of his growth that he found he could make others as he was.
Though he was new to the game of making friends who learned to make creature who would be beholden to him, creatures being vampires who saw him as their leader, vampires who would honour him as the one they should refer to as their Master. Though he never let it be known what his name had once been.
The Master wanted his subordinates to view him as the best not as a joke, master Graeves did not seem like an authoritative figure to respect so he decided to have humans forget his names. He needn’t have concerned himself as the menace that was vampire began to cause fear in the hearts of the many humans.
He would often be sat and remember how he used to be, of what he liked to do. One such memory was of his interest as a child, he loved to run, not that he liked to run over short distances but he was fast over long distances, he could run over great distances at a constant sprint, faster than many.
With the greater power he had gained out running him over vast or great distances become a not likely task for any person to wish upon themselves. Then one day he thought he would gather many together those who would consider themselves to be better than he was but the name he chose to announce his will did not endear many of the masses to join him and take part in his, The Master Race.
To Be Continued
THE MASTER !
Does anyone one else know how old The Master is or how she got to be like he is, does The Master know if she or he is a female or a male? How did the Master become as she or he appears or even how she or he became a vampire let alone know of her gender?
When he was but twenty three years old Mordred Graeves (pronounced Graves) really upset a very powerful witch. The witch threw Mordred down into a hole in the ground, what the witch didn’t know was the hole was a remnant of an earthquake.
The hole was like a tube that came from or went to a hundred and twenty miles virtually straight down underground. Mordred felt as though she was falling forever, he stretched her arms out wide in an effort to slow his fall, not that it slowed her descent.
At the end of the descent was a cavern that was large enough to have its own lake not that Mordred could marvel at its beauty, it was pitch black in there. The only way he knew which way was up was due to drips of water that fell on her.
So he knew which way was up but the sound also told her of water in the bottom of the cavern, a lake that increased with size. He did not know how many drips fell into the lake or how quick the height of it was being raised.
Though she knew he’d have to find a way out soon, seeing in the dark was a problem though the longer she was down there the more accustomed to the dark he became until without knowledge of it happening she began to see in the dark.
Seeing his scratches on the walls of a tube at head height she knew he had found the way out what she didn’t realize was how long it would take to get out not that he knew how long it was to the other end of the tube. As she climbed it increased his strength, not just of his legs but mainly her arms and fingers.
In the early times he had eaten any animal or insect that she found but with his eyesight being returned he refused to eat many insects that may have kept her fit eventually he had to drink their blood to keep herself alive. When he found she didn’t need to sleep it saved him from the fear of falling down the tube.
Gripping the walls exercised the muscles in her fingers he didn’t even know she had, his arms often held her when nothing should have, he realised her body was making use of the blood in more ways than he thought of.
Each morning she looked up into the tube hoping he would see even the merest hint of light, not daunted she kept going even though he’d had little to eat or drink her body seemed able to cope with the ever increasing work load. Though as the time passed small rodents became more frequent and the goodness felt better.
Then after what seemed like several life-times there appeared at the end of the tube a light, for days it stayed there then to aid his awareness the light began to get brighter. Able to guide the body up she forgot if he should refer to herself as him or her not that it bother him, she couldn’t remember the benefits of what for.
Like he had felt the cold as she had when he was descending she began to feel the warmth as he ascended into the moisture laden air she kept in his body cold. Then at last she felt the air was too warm on his skin yet it often changed to be just cold enough until the light grew to be far too bright for her to see what was in front of him.
Her escape from the tunnel was not welcomed by that witch though he did laugh just like any maniac would at her reaction to him. The witch refused to let the Mordred beast go scot free so he wished upon her to drink as he always had, she laid a curse that had him as the first ever monster of his kind.
She often heard the creatures of the night refer to his mastery of all that was so she began to know himself as the Master, she thought that his name was better than the mistress so from that moment on he started to know himself as The Master. The witch saw to many people make friends with him so he called him a vampire.
To taunt his looks she made the skin on his face wrinkle to an ugly creature that became worse as his cruelty to humans grew worse and let him find a witch who was short of power, she would feel the power of his wrath. It was over the duration of his growth that he found he could make others as he was.
Though he was new to the game of making friends who learned to make creature who would be beholden to him, creatures being vampires who saw him as their leader, vampires who would honour him as the one they should refer to as their Master. Though he never let it be known what his name had once been.
The Master wanted his subordinates to view him as the best not as a joke, master Graeves did not seem like an authoritative figure to respect so he decided to have humans forget his names. He needn’t have concerned himself as the menace that was vampire began to cause fear in the hearts of the many humans.
He would often be sat and remember how he used to be, of what he liked to do. One such memory was of his interest as a child, he loved to run, not that he liked to run over short distances but he was fast over long distances, he could run over great distances at a constant sprint, faster than many.
With the greater power he had gained out running him over vast or great distances become a not likely task for any person to wish upon themselves. Then one day he thought he would gather many together those who would consider themselves to be better than he was but the name he chose to announce his will did not endear many of the masses to join him and take part in his, The Master Race.
To Be Continued