The Vampires of Prali
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The night sky filled with stars and the brightness of the moon cast shadow upon the lands, time for the evening creatures to arise and wander in the shadows of the evening. A lone weary creature with a heart of hate and abhorrence for life appeared behind a rocky cliff just beyond the borders of Prali. Skulk, the creature that survived and died, to only be reborn over again. Once an average citizen, only to be corrupted by evil and serving dragon’s and wizard’s, now serves the vampires who want to wreak havoc upon the peaceful lands of the world. The moonlight shining upon his wretched face of evil guise and marred body of filth and disgust, he had only two thoughts within his sinister mind, to kill the girl named Mary Archer, his nemesis, and to find a small morsel to eat. Skulk has always been a tormented soul, but being brought back to the land of the living corrupted his mind even more than before, he became utterly insane. The night the vampires dragged his lifeless body into the underworld he became a new creature. One that was just not corrupt in the heart, but one that is a creature of the walking dead, but still alive, he was an advanced familiar for the vampires of the underworld. It was Arachna who placed her fangs into his neck and sucked the blood from his lifeless body of ill repute. The princess wanted another pet to serve her needs and she enjoyed playing god to everything that crossed her path. Now this pet of hers was ordered to find fellow familiars and cast down the intruders or the two people the vampires considered spies, and one of the names he remembers with distain, Mary Archer.
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The sun beamed down upon the Turin Basilica presenting another spring day to the people of the region. Roses in the church courtyard slowly opening, expanding their petals towards the beams of light, a morning yawn to a new day of promise and jubilation of peace, but inside the church the talk will not be of peace, but of war. The double doors of the courtyard opens up with two monks pulling the large doors inward, the other side of the entrance gives way to holy crusaders who wear the red cross upon their chests and shields. The hooves of the steeds making a clanking sound against the courtyard cobblestones announcing their arrival. Standing upon the sun dried cobblestones that were covered with morning dew just moments before, the bishop appears.“Greetings General Gelson,” Bishop Bernard extending his hand upward towards the general of Britannia.
A short laugh escapes the general’s mouth with a smiling grin towards the bishop. “Nonsense my Lord, allow me to remove myself from my steed so I may come to you on bended knee and kiss your ring of holiness.” General Crispin Gelson jumping from his horse to greet the bishop and meeting his eyes face to face, “My good general Gelson, no reason to do such formal theatrics, I am just a man who serves the church. How was your journey from Britannia? General Clement Laurent of France has already arrived and is waiting for us in the meeting hall. You may inform your men that they can rest their horses and seek rest in Turin until we have formulated a joint plan of attack against the enemy.” The muscular general turned towards his men and spoke through his thick beard. “Boys, take your steeds to the church stables and enjoy the city until I call for you.” The men under the general’s command cheered with pleasure with the new order from their leader. The tall general once again faced his priestly friend and said. “I am all yours my Lord, may we come to a conclusion for victory.” The two friends walked into the meeting hall where they will make their plans for battle against the vampire empire and their Saracen warriors.
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Davidson L. Haworth is the author of the historical fantasy series the Prali Trilogy—The Dragon of Prali, The Wizard of Prali, and The Vampires of Prali. He has performed on stage and written scripts for film and stage; he travels the world speaking about the craft of writing and the history of fantasy. He lives in San Jose, California, with his wife and two children.