𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡 &
immortalmarshal ℭ𝔬𝔯
Centuries have passed since the boy was disturbed from his coffin, and he would have likely gone for a few more centuries had the area not been under attack by the Empire. It was something of an odd circumstance in which the town, insignificant in and of itself, was more than less in the crossfires of the Kings Glaive’s finest. The ground had split open and it was a bout two months afterward the townsfolk discovered the underground temple. It was fortified by steel walls, thick doors, and long dark hallways. Electricity once worked down there as there were switches, lights, and other things like old boxed computers, it was nothing like what technology looked like today.
They discovered more and more of the rooms and pathways, completely undisturbed by daemons and eventually they came across a strange room with empty shells that looked like giant eggs on a conveyer belt. In a room stood a lone egg, not a speck of dust would be found in the pristine white-room, and once the villagers got their lights set up in the room they could make out a ghostly figure of a young boy who simply appeared to be asleep. As if a spell was put over him.
Some began to speculate this was the crystal’s doing and perhaps these egg shaped pods were designed from the crystal’s power. That they were organized here, obviously, through great effort from the ancient civilization that dwelled here so many years ago.
Yet, one brave townsperson brushed their hand against the pod and the white egg began to pull apart like a flower blooming in the light of the sun. Hushed voices and curious whispers sounded through the room at the sight and then gasps as the boy began to move forward with a breath.
From there, the rest was history. As in, nothing was ever going to be the same again. A week or so after the boy woke things began to change in the small remote town. The people began to obsess and fuss over the boy and began to call him the sleeping prince. The town’s physicians and healers fret over the condition of the boy and tried their best to bring color back to the boy’s cheeks but nothing seemed to help. What certainly didn’t help, however, was the sun’s light and they soon adjusted their routine, around the boy, to be done so at night.
It was three weeks since the boy’s awakening did it finally happen. Sora took his first draw of blood on the wrist that reached over his face to dab a cool clothe to his forehead. It surprised them both but with just the taste of the blood in his mouth he regained color, energy, and his voice. Which is why they had come to know him as Sora. After that he regularly began to feed on the villagers and regain health at a much more rapid speed than he had with the food and drink they had tried to give him prior. It was clear to them all what Sora was and what he needed. There wasn’t one villager who had the resistance to deny Sora his drink. Perhaps that was part of the allure and soon enough the village turned solemn and grey, but happy as the villagers flocked to Sora to provide him his meal.
This, however, began to leak of suspicion as travelers came with trade and noted the pale state of the town as they wandered through expecting business as normal. Yet, they were turned away with their goods and left with more questions than they cared for.
They discovered more and more of the rooms and pathways, completely undisturbed by daemons and eventually they came across a strange room with empty shells that looked like giant eggs on a conveyer belt. In a room stood a lone egg, not a speck of dust would be found in the pristine white-room, and once the villagers got their lights set up in the room they could make out a ghostly figure of a young boy who simply appeared to be asleep. As if a spell was put over him.
Some began to speculate this was the crystal’s doing and perhaps these egg shaped pods were designed from the crystal’s power. That they were organized here, obviously, through great effort from the ancient civilization that dwelled here so many years ago.
Yet, one brave townsperson brushed their hand against the pod and the white egg began to pull apart like a flower blooming in the light of the sun. Hushed voices and curious whispers sounded through the room at the sight and then gasps as the boy began to move forward with a breath.
From there, the rest was history. As in, nothing was ever going to be the same again. A week or so after the boy woke things began to change in the small remote town. The people began to obsess and fuss over the boy and began to call him the sleeping prince. The town’s physicians and healers fret over the condition of the boy and tried their best to bring color back to the boy’s cheeks but nothing seemed to help. What certainly didn’t help, however, was the sun’s light and they soon adjusted their routine, around the boy, to be done so at night.
It was three weeks since the boy’s awakening did it finally happen. Sora took his first draw of blood on the wrist that reached over his face to dab a cool clothe to his forehead. It surprised them both but with just the taste of the blood in his mouth he regained color, energy, and his voice. Which is why they had come to know him as Sora. After that he regularly began to feed on the villagers and regain health at a much more rapid speed than he had with the food and drink they had tried to give him prior. It was clear to them all what Sora was and what he needed. There wasn’t one villager who had the resistance to deny Sora his drink. Perhaps that was part of the allure and soon enough the village turned solemn and grey, but happy as the villagers flocked to Sora to provide him his meal.
This, however, began to leak of suspicion as travelers came with trade and noted the pale state of the town as they wandered through expecting business as normal. Yet, they were turned away with their goods and left with more questions than they cared for.
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"Nice to meet you, Sora. I hope you don't mind me dropping by - I was just passing thru when I heard about how you've been helping everyone here." Cor felt that it was a safe place to start, given who their 'audience' is. He does wish to have a more private conversation to ask some more concrete questions...but Cor knows how to work his way thru what he sees to be a 'hostage' situation, of sorts.
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“I’m happy I can be helpful.. you know.. I think I been asleep for a long time, nothing looks familiar here.”
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Though Cor does wonder if the kid's trust is being misused in this case. He seems a little too trusting, compared to most vampires that Cor has met over the years.
He pauses for a moment. "I'm curious, though, as to how you're able to fight off daemons. I've had to fight them a time or two myself, out on the road, and it's not an easy thing to do." Vampires tend to have their own powers, after all...how strong is this kid, fledgling as he may be?
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“The boy, as I said.. he’s our chosen one.. he’ll save us all, somehow.. in the likes the Oracle never could.. in fact, I am sure he may yet make a pact with the Astrals to fight beside him.. he’s spoken before about summoning forces in the past to help him.”
Sora frowned and he lowered his eyes to his fingers. “But I.. I haven’t their gems anymore.. they all went back home.. when the..”
“No matter, young prince, I am sure the summons will return to you when we find a way for you to reach out to them.” The mayor offered his sympathy.
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Cor looks a little perturbed at the interruption from the mayor, but his friendly mask settles back into place after a moment. He'll let the slur about the Oracle slide...for now. "He may have a point. If they sense that you need them, and if you prove yourself worthy...they will come, should the way open for them to do so."
Even though Cor knows that this Sora kid isn't the Chosen King of the Crystal. He's pretty sure that Regis would've found him a long time ago if he was. Still, it doesn't hurt to act like he's on the mayor's side, just to keep him from suspecting Cor's true motives in this moment...
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The mayor interrupts. “He is but a traveler from far away lands.. safer lands than this.”
Sora nods then looks to the stranger, a curious and uncertain expression to his face. Something in the look might very well indicate he may not believe all of what the mayor has to say himself.
The mayor quickly stands. “Come now, fellow, let us get you settled in for the night.. Sora, fair him well.”
Sora’s expression quickly changed and he offered a kind smile. “Oh, okay.. bye! Thanks for talking with me!”
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And then he leaves the room, before he could see or hear the mayor's reaction to the fact that The Marshall of the Crownsguard, one of the three strongest warriors of Lucis, is here.
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Sora was not allowed out that night, the mayor had forbid it on the account of something far too dangerous looming around their town at the present time. Of course he had no idea what it was or anymore details than that but all Sora could do was accept the villagers inside the mayor’s house that came to visit and play with him. He figured it was alright if tonight he wasn’t going to be outside, there was always tomorrow night, wasn’t there?
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And then...came the phone call to Insomnia.
"I see..." Regis states on the other end of the line, once Cor explains the situation. "So this...fledgling...was found after that battle and was essentially taken in, but the mayor seems to be abusing his trust and abilities...is that it?"
Cor sighs and he leans back against the creaky bed. "Pretty much... The mayor is turning his revival into the foundation for some new apocalyptic cult. And you know how much I despise cults."
"All too well, my friend. However...a fledgling without a sire can still be troublesome if he isn't given the right education. And even if he did have one..."
Cor waits until Regis pauses before speaking up. "I'm not leaving the kid here any longer than necessary."
"And well you shouldn't. I do expect you to fulfill your oaths as a Hunter...and as my Marshall. I shall expect you both here in Insomnia soon."
Cor nods in agreement. "Understood, Majesty." Even if the town 'escorts' him out the next morning, he already has a few plans forming in his head on how to best extract the kid with as few casualties as possible...
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Sora, on the other hand, having been kept cooped up all night in the mayor’s house, was a bit too anxious to fall asleep at sunrise. So, he had been wandering around the mayor’s home looking at books, or listening to the radio to voices talk about things he had no clue about. He enjoyed his friends here, quite a lot, but he still missed the friends he had left behind. It felt like it was another world behind, rather, and Sora had woken up to some new world without them.
His history was a bit fuzzy, but he knew some of it. He was pretty sure, nonetheless.
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If there aren't any, or if it's mostly around the front door, he'll sneak over to a shaded side of the building to peer into a room. And if he finds Sora in there...he'll start lightly knocking on the glass window, mentally checking to see if his camp blankets are still stored away in his pocket of the Armiger.
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Could be either conclusion, honestly. Sora smirked down to the page as he slid the next one over and soon there was a soft thumping at the window beside him. He turned to look through the curtains which were a see-through kind of grey and he picked himself up from the couch and walked over toward the window. The soft cover protected him from the intrusive sunlight but it was still awfully early enough that the sun wasn’t high in the sky yet.
He then smiled wide as he recognized the man at the window. It was Leon-is! “Hullo!” He waved happily.
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Just enough private time to ask those questions...and maybe convince the kid to come with... Or just find a way to take him along in daylight - or around sunset...
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Of course, really, Sora was glad to make another friend and since everyone was sleeping having someone else to talk to was too good an opportunity to pass up!
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"Thanks," he murmurs, just as he quietly shuts the window behind him. Sliding the shades shut as well, he gestures towards the seats. "I'd rather like to do an exchange of info - you answer my questions, I'll answer yours. Is that okay?"
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Although, honestly, he wasn’t sure what Cor wanted to know, it’s not like he had an idea of what was going on here. He was so far removed from this time and place. “What do you want to know?”
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"Last night, when I first arrived, the mayor explained how he found you in some kind of crystal egg. Do you remember anything about how you ended up in such a situation? Or who turned you?" If he could at least know who the kid's potential sire is, he could do some serious research once they get back to the city. Finding the right clan, or line, to take the boy in feels like the correct thing to do in the long run.
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"No... I just... remember playing on the beach and then.. I woke up here." He sniffed then looked down to his knees. "You... you mean turned me... because I'm different, huh?"
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He stops right there, realizing that the kid may actually be older than most living beings at this point. To be this old, and not even know how to feed properly or hide his true nature...
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He looked back to Cor and blinked down to the man’s hand before he blinked up at the other again. “Is that what I am? A vampire?”
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But...to just not know? At all? "Kid, you've been drinking blood for months, and you can't go outside during day without getting hurt. How can you not know that you're a vampire?"
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Even if they're going about it the wrong damn way, in Cor's mind.
He pauses for a moment. "You mentioned that you could do magic before...how? And...you also mentioned some kind of weapon..."
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At least he was comfortable going outside at night.
“Hey, you can come back tonight and we can go out together and I can show you how good I can fight!”
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"And as for the rest...how about we make it a secret hunt, just between the two of us? I'll wait outside of town until dark, and you can join me out there for a demonstration. We could even take care of a few daemons together, if you'd like." The real monsters around here aren't that strong, based on the hunts being posted up at the local diner; Cor checked during his breakfast that morning.
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