Isabelle muttered something inaudible under her breath.
Her mother started, "Iezabel, don't you love and support the shade? We all do."
Isabelle frowned, "Yes, Yes, sure... whatever."
Her mother got up and walked away. Isabelle later overheard her talking to her husband(Isabelle's dad)
"I don't understand, Why does she rebuke our savior so?"
"I fear it is because of her birth, she wasn't born in a ceremony like everyone else. The shade never blessed her like he did us, and how he has every generation since he came." Isabelle's father answered.
Isabelle shook her head, why did all of the vampyres in the Nephilum coven praise the shade so much?
Isabelle decided to wander the camp for a while, maybe she would see her friend Vladile, or Zaq. They were her best friends and she knew no better company than those two. They looked like all of the vampyres did, pale, black marks all over their body and yellow eyes. Vladile was shorter than Isabelle, but she could jump much higher. Zaq was incredibly muscular and he tried to show his muscles off as much as he could.
As Isabelle walked she saw two Nourom elders whispering to each other. What she heard made no sense to her but she listened anyway.
One of the elders had whispered to the other,
" Our Roomadon contact is bringing the dragonkin to us. She has taught him a new art of fighting to gain his trust, but it is no matter he cannot keep up with us, he will be slaughtered."
Isabelle shrugged, the elders and the Vampyre warriors always had some agenda, whether it was helping Barzl or fighting their own battles.
Isabelle felt sorry for whoever the trap was for, the Nephilum never show mercy. In fact, many would kill in cold blood. Though Isabelle found the idea wrong, other than to feed, for that was for sustenance, not killing for killing's sake. She had once read an old story of the time before, Bar*l the shade had come. How the sorcerer had changed things.
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