Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

It all started in 1991, when my mother became pregnant. My father had always been an enigma for me.

I never knew about his existence; who he was... how he was similar to me and where he came from.

My mother did not like talking about him. She just said he was a big error in her life. Even so, I did not know exactly why she always said that to me.

I grew up in a narrow world, where my mother constantly imposed all the rules of what I should or should not do. I always asked myself if she was making the right decision by educating me that way, since my colleagues were educated in another way. Even so, I never countered her, as I thought she was the only person I had in my life. She was the most important person to me.

The two of us lived in a house, in a town called...

This does not matter. What does matter is that I moved away from towns time and time again, almost always.

It seemed my mother never wanted to establish roots in any one place. I thought she lived running away from something or somebody. Maybe she was fleeing my father...

However I keep in mind when I was seven, I began to have strange dreams and they were always of the same scenes. There was a man in a dark place. It was an empty hall with several cobwebs on the ceiling and the ground was replete with dust.

That was a dark and unknown place for me. I did not get to see his face, but I could hear his voice calling my name.

"VALKYRIE... VALKYRIE..."

It was a far and tremulous voice. It was as if he was distant from me and he tried to communicate with me by telepathy. Every time I dreamed of him, I awakened with heavy breathing. It seemed so real - everything that I had dreamed of.

Nevertheless, I grew up fearing to those dreams. It made no sense for me to have them.

The following day, I told everything to my mother while she made our breakfast. My mother was accustomed to hear me saying her about my dreams, since I was a little girl.

"I dreamed of him again,'' I took a deep breath and said to her as I took a seat at the table. I was in my nightgown and my hair was fixed by a bun.

She glanced to my face.

"What have you dreamed this time?" my mother asked me, intrigued. She stared at my face as I said her.

"The same as always; he just calls my name," I answered as I took my milk. But I had not tasted my milk like I should. I was thinking about my dream. They looked to want to let me know something significant in my real life.

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