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WintryElf

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Amazing story, Elly!
I especially loved it when Adam beat those bandits' booties. As well, when Rachel Fire Waved the guard. Those rocked.
Your story rocks.
You rock.
I want to point out something really minuscule. In the very first chapter, you spelled Jaraah 'Jarrah.'

20-Jan-2009 00:42:43 - Last edited on 20-Jan-2009 01:03:59 by WintryElf

NovelistElly

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×Chapter 12×
×Morytania×
Unbeknownst to Adam and Rachel, their plight paled in comparison to John’s. A dark, plague-ridden land, an ignorant populace that hated his very ancestry, and a father whose thirst could never be satiated was all that awaited John on his return to Meiyerditch.
John grumbled under his breath as he held council with his father, “John, I am aware that you were unhappy with your mother being a human,” his father explained, “but I could not help but to love someone so vampiric. However, because of your displeasure, she elected to become as much vampire as she could. Now, of course, killing her was easy, the bringing back was hard, but I assure you, she is as much vampire as she could ever be now.*
To prove himself John’s father clapped his hands twice and John’s mother glided eerily over to his father’s side from the shadows. She was wearing fine purple robes, her midnight black hair was flowing down from her now pale face and onto her sharply defined shoulders. Mesmerizing blue eyes pierced John down to the core, a golden tiara rested atop her head. She spoke coolly, undertones of death accented her light voice, “Good evening, son.”
This was the one thing, the only thing that terrified John, his parents. John’s voice was distant, he was extremely uncomfortable, “Hi mom,” he blurted, unable to muster more as his mental faculties failed in the presence of his parents.
“Now, on to more important matters of business,” John’s father chirped, “The Vyrewatch are giving reports of low blood tithes, people are hiding, finding ways to escape their debt to us for their use of our land. This will not go unpunished. John, I am aware you are a well paid bounty hunter, but I need you here to help me. Slaughter anyone caught attempting to shirk their tithes; you are now the head of the Vyrewatch. You will be followed at all times by armed guards to ensure you encounter no substantial resistance.”

20-Jan-2009 01:31:27 - Last edited on 01-May-2009 01:24:28 by NovelistElly

NovelistElly

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John’s body stiffened as disapproval coursed through his veins in place of blood, “But Father!” He pleaded.
“No! No buts! My word is final and unalterable. You are also aware of how you are required to address me.”
John’s pleas met deaf ears, *Yes, Lord Drakan, my loyalty to you shall never falter again.”
“Thank you, Prince John,” Lord Drakan spoke, more softly this time. John kneeled and bowed his head before his father, the uncontested ruler of Morytania. His predicament was much worse indeed. He had to deal with his parents.

20-Jan-2009 01:31:41 - Last edited on 20-Jan-2009 01:32:11 by NovelistElly

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