The Beggining of Pheon

The realization hit me like a boulder.

I couldn’t have. I couldn’t have broken my promise.

After all the times and warnings, after my grandfather, a moment of pure rage prompted me to break the carefully kept seal.

I stared down at my hands, horrified.

What would happen now? What changed? What had I done?

I would have to find out on my own. No one was here, and the legend of the Stone was long gone. Only whispers were heard in the allies.

I did the only thing I knew how to do, I ran. I ran out the door of my home and into the forest.

For 10 years, I traveled the world, and learned how to speak in foreign languages. Traveled the countries and learned of their traditions and beliefs.

In those simple ten years, I learned so much about myself in those three years. The speed, the strength and beauty. The feeling of being indestructible. It was all incredible, but with every power comes a responsibility. I thirsted for the blood of a human.

I was the first of my kind. In my travels, I learned of the name of my kind in the native language of Czech a vampire , an upir.

I was different from the myths though, I was an upir that didn’t follow the myths. I drank blood human blood, but I didn’t sleep. The sun made me sparkle like a diamond, it would have easily given me away had I not stayed in exile.

I was the first. I was the best. And I had the powers to prove it.

In my time, I hated the human memories that plagued my mind, I fought hard for them to be gone and one night, I could not recall what had happened.

I had erased my mind.

This was of great elation to me. But my curiosity grew, would I be able to do this to different people, was it temporary? So many questions to answer.

At the time I was in Turkey, Istanbul to be exact. I was heading to a priest, whom hopefully could answer my questions. Power questions, mind erasing questions.

It was a small church set in between two massive mountains. I knew he would be here.

I entered the church service quietly and quickly, even for a vampire. He was speaking Turkish and I wanted to see if I could make him forget everything, for his expression was pained.

This would be my chance to test it, see if my power was legitimate.

I thought and focused on him, and him forgetting all his painful memories.

Sure enough, he began stuttering as a blank look crossed his face.

I almost felt guilty, but the sight was so funny I could not help but let out a small giggle.

I knew my power worked and I was going to practice until I could control how long the memory loss could go back. Ten years, twenty, forever.

I had plenty of time.