The Anakainoo Chronicles

The Beginning

For almost as long as humanity existed, so too have vampires. Over the many millenia, a lot of different species of vampire have appeared, some even having to fight to be considered vampires. One species has been there from time immemorial. In this time, there were gods of all kinds, much like today, only they were far more present and active all that time ago. What many don't know is that humans have existed for far longer than archeologists can find evidence of. Before there were surnames, before there were cities, towns or even villages, the gods either helped or terrorised these meek creatures called humans.

It wasn't until humans began to rebel against the tyrannical gods that vampires became a thing. You see, most of these tyrannical gods were blood gods, demanding blood sacrifices in return for safety. One tribe began to build a village in what one would now know as the north of England. Each year a young maiden would be sacrificed at the demands of one of the blood gods, Alotl, also associated with magic. As more tribes began to join the village and form alliances, Alotl began to demand more sacrifices each year. It had gotten to the point that they were not able to sustain their numbers well enough to keep other threats like wild animals and magical creatures at bay. The leader of the tribe of An, the first tribe in this village, had decided that enough was enough. She gathered a meeting of all the tribe leaders of their village and they all came to the decision to stop the sacrifices and deal with the consequences.

Finding amusement in their defiance against Alotl, the god's brother, La Magra, took an interest. The brother gods had never really gotten along and this was a perfect opportunity to ruin the god's plans. La Magra visited the village, making no effort to hide who and what he was, the aura of power was terrifyingly great. Greeting him fearlessly in the middle of the village was An Raetha, the leader of the An tribe. Impressed by her bravery, La Magra had made his mind up, he would help them get out from his brother's rule. "I can save your people from my brother's wrath, but you have to become something .... More" He told her plainly. It was refreshing not to hear doublespeak and riddles from a god. "The terms are simple, strength, speed, senses the likes of which even the magical creatures wish they had. The village will not be found by anyone who means it harm for the first two thousand years." As he spoke, it was clear that the woman in front of him was considering it, but there was suspicion in her eyes. Of course, again, he was impressed that someone in such a desperate position hadn't practically bit his hand off in agreement. "No god does things like that without a cost, What is the cost?" Came her response as though she were talking to any other human rather than a god. She believed in treating everyone equally.

Giving a genuine and full bodied laugh, La Magra smiled at the woman. She was intelligent. "The cost is simple. Whilst spending the first 30 years of life as human, your people will become something else, a new creature. This creature will be near impossible to kill, but not impossible in whole. They will cease their ageing and only be able to breed with others of their species. However, your people, the ones turned or born into this curse will forever be severed from magic, only possessing the enhanced traits and psychic abilities." His tone had changed to become gravely serious at the end of his speech. "The leading family of each tribe will be given this curse and so, I suggest you call another little meeting and discuss it. You have two days to come up with an answer. My brother's wrath will not wait for any mortal." With that, he vanished in a cloud of red smoke, leaving everyone present whispering and muttering in their uncertainty. Turning on the spot, An Raetha returned to her tent and sent out her twin children, a son and daughter, out with messages to call the council together once more.

The night was long as An Raetha tried to wrap her head around the deal presented and how to deliver the news to the other leaders. Even her husband had a difficult time deciding his stance. All in all, their family, including their children, had decided they would accept if the council majority also chose to do so. If it kept the rest of their people safe, it felt like a worthy sacrifice to make. An Raetha and her husband stayed awake, simply watching their children sleep as the weight got heavier on their shoulders. This wasn't just for them. When the sun's first rays finally hit their hut, An Raetha took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. They had asked each leader to bring their family with them, for this would affect all of them too, not just the leaders. There would be a lot of fear, a lot of confusion, perhaps even anger and despair which meant a lot of raised voices. She wasn't looking forward to this meeting but it was needed.

When the hour of the meeting came, each tribe arrived on time and with their families, the meeting hut was rather crowded but not uncomfortably so. An Raetha told them all what La Magra had told her, word for word. It hit everyone like a 10 foot boulder, she could see it. The gravity of their situation, the choice they had. Submit to this deal and its curse, or deal with the wrath of an angry blood god unaided by any other god, left to fight off all manner of creatures. When thought about like that, it felt like it wasn't even a choice really. Each family went outside of the tent to discuss it as An Raetha served up food and mead for all. It took a while, the sun was setting by the time the last family came back to the hut. All twelve families had made their decisions. They all agreed to the terms set by La Magra. Within seconds of the final family agreeing to the terms, La Magra appeared in another cloud of red smoke as though he had been listening from the start. Of course he had been, this was a big deal for him too.

Producing a knife, he cut his palm over the barrel of mead, tainting it and turning it red. "Drink and the pact shall be sealed. But know that, although any here will walk amongst the light, as will those born unto the curse henceforth, those turned will not see the sun again and live." Every one present dutifully drank the tainted mead. Intense pain shot through them but not a whimper or a cry left their lungs. The pain lasted moments but the peace they felt in their new found power and strength was wondrous. They could read each other's thoughts and communicate. They were one and connected now more than they had ever been. From that moment, they formed a coven, though their tribes all had their leaders, the coven would be led by the An tribe as the ones who brought them here. The village referred to them as Vita Magra, the tribe leaders and their families becoming what are now known as nobles over time. Each noble line had a certain hair colour. The An tribe had purple hair, the Tul tribe had crimson hair, so on and so forth. An Raetha was considered to be the first vampire queen.