Darkness had fallen over the world. It was a foggy evening that I walked down the lonely streets. The typical smell of mold and mud rose into my nose, while soft flakes came down from above, covering the silent world. I was sitting on an old bench in the woods, enjoying the ice-cold air that wafted past my neck the first time I saw it. My eyes studied her flat face as she stood in front of me with a large bow that she aimed at me. Suddenly this pointless hour was no longer pointless, but a fascination. "Do you hunt?" I asked. Fearful but determined, she took a few steps back. "The matters you suspect are mine," she whispered. I felt exactly how she stared at me, how she let her gaze flicker over my light blue eyes. I sat on this bench without moving until I tilted my pale face on my side so that I was no longer in the line of fire of the bow."Don't you need to talk?" I asked with a cool smile. Suddenly she looked away from me and she answered with a tight no. Finally she turned in fear to continue on her way and quickly disappeared behind some trees. Despite the distance, I could see how frightened she kept turning around. For me it was like a picture that melted when I tried to reach for it. Like a reflection on clear water, which breaks when you try to touch it. However, a special fascination remained when I saw them go away. After she disappeared from my point of view, I turned back to the moonlight, which shone on a very specific place in the forest. "For me there is probably no redemption". This existence that is condemned to live in the night. Yes, I was still able to call it life, although it wasn't. In the early hours of the morning, when the clock was well past noon, I went back.Back to the house where I kept looking at the same monotonous walls in my room. They were gray, so gray that it almost turned into an indefinite black. Yes black, it was as if these walls would mourn with you. One could not see a small incidence of light in this room because it had no windows. I don't know whether one can speak of happiness or simply of longing for what I will probably never see. That day I slept more calmly than ever. Was it because of the beautiful dreams that I forgot as always
or just because of the lack of strength that I had used up in the last few days? The course of my life has always been the same. It was like an internal clock that ticked louder and louder when it was night. I saw the others go out to devote themselves to their instincts. I, on the other hand, stayed in my room more and more often to write down my thoughts until one day I heard a strange noise.No, it wasn't an ordinary sound of the night, it should be something else. As if automatically I followed the quiet rustling until I couldn't hear it anymore. My eyes studied the empty corridors of this house. Something was here, I could feel it. My steps became more and more hasty until I got outside and saw the blue sky. I saw a shadow scurry past that had not yet taken shape for me, which was soon to change.
My need to know what it was got bigger and bigger, and my ideas more and more absurd.

I approached a small wall slowly and as silently as possible. She literally screamed for attention, as lonely as she was. Suddenly I heard it again I could hear it exactly, this soft rustling, which was loud enough for my senses.

When I looked over the wall to satisfy my desires, only disappointment remained. A cat, which was decorated with gray stripes, chased a mouse, where it must have bumped against the hollow window.I closed my eyes for a brief moment and paused. Suddenly it became even darker than it was before. I couldn't come to terms with the thought that I should have been mistaken and that here was everything that was hidden behind the mysterious sound. // Were my senses so clouded ...? //

Head bowed and full of disappointment, I walked the lonely path along which led me to a small alley. An outdated bookstore caught my attention and I automatically paused to peek through the window. My eyes scrutinized every single detail of the small but thick book that was in the display. After a while I realized that I had seen it before. When I was little and my family was still alive, I was often read from the book that told me about beings as unnatural as I was.

An ironic smile crossed my lips as I threatened to sink back into old memories.The past is the past, but I would like to give you another insight.
To do this, it is first necessary to suggest a few basic elements that can illustrate the situation at that time.

Back then, nobody cared where you came from, what your goal is, where you are going or whether you get lost on your way - it didn't matter. Whoever did not show his fist was beaten, who made himself small overlooked, but that was the way the rules were, at least for us death dealers. Rules, for me they were always there to kill them, to literally eliminate them. But for once I knew I had gone too far and so my story took its course without my being able to influence it.

The year is 1744 BC. chr. I walked down a long alley, I can remember as clearly as if it was yesterday, but some things had changed, maybe even more than I should have allowed. It is now 2 a.m. and once again I am writing my thoughts in the yellowed book that has been my companion for 275 years.Yes, I can even say that it is my best friend. Again I looked out of the window, but instead of the night-soaked sky I saw blazing flames, which made the appearance of reaching for the foundations of the sky.
I rushed outside hoping to understand what was going on. I will not forget the smoke-laden air any more than I will forget the dozing rubble desert. A horrific spectacle what happened to me, but it shouldn't be the last. I watched them chase people like they were animals. It wasn't like usual- no, this time it wasn't just the greed for blood or the urge that made them hunt the living. This time everything was different ...

When he came to power and took over the inheritance, I was sure we would never have to live in fear and fear. My brother Malow was responsible, intelligent, and shrewd, but always had a personality of his own. Nobody could have guessed that he would ever pose such a threat to humanity.He planned an uprising against the people he had envied for a lifetime. Malow's hatred grew as fast as his number of followers and so everything took its course. I kept walking the desolated streets to find him. I stopped as if frozen when I saw a familiar face in the crowd. She still has the same pale face, highlighted by her black hair.

Still the same light blue eyes with which she looked at me that day. She didn't notice me because she was just about to give one of us eternal rest. I stood there tied up without even realizing it until she approached me.
She stepped closer and closer until she stood in front of me and held the blood-stained blade to my neck. "You're one of those death dealers too! Am I right?" She threw me disparagingly. Indifferently, however, I answered with honor: "Why are you so sure of your cause?". I grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall. Now Adurian's fingers felt in my shoulder, which dug deeper and deeper." You stand in front of a human woman ?! "he replied with an angry look.
"You know that Malow, that the Lord will not tolerate this," he uttered aloud. Suddenly he collapsed on top of me after a person pushed a long wood-like structure through his heart, for which they used the name dagger. I knew this was the moment when I was not allowed to gild any of my precious time.
When I tried to straighten up with a painful face, she moved to the side. "If they run now then only in their doom," I threw the fearful creature with one sentence. She turned around and just replied: "Where should I go ?! Look outside where the flames are engulfing the houses and the rubble desert covers the day and tell me where I should go now". Maybe that's the beginning, or maybe it was the end."Are you afraid of death?" I asked shortly when I heard her nod. I turned on my last word and took steps as fast as I could. My steps didn’t slow down because I knew that she would follow me, which would later be confirmed.
Filled with hatred and hurry, I ran through the gloomy forest, where every corner was as familiar to me as the back of my hand. I heard every single step she took and I can say that I now understood the educated people who described elephants in china shops.
After I let a few soft whistles flicker over my lips, a large white horse appeared out of nowhere, just like the great princes had. "Get on," I replied gruffly to the woman who was standing behind me. Without a word and a little hesitantly, she swung herself onto the big horse and we rode in such a hurry as if death himself was after us. Three, four, five- I counted the number of those who were just following us and drew my sword."Now you can show your bowing skills Misses"! I said with a smug grin.