The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 16

After hours of a restless walk, we finally arrived to a large village. I was looking around, watching some villagers working on different tasks—planting their crops, and burning some woods that seemed to be their light. Their clothes were entirely different from us, and were mostly made of animal furs. I liked the way they dress.

Their shelters were made of the wood that came from the trees around the village, and some other strong vines. But most of it were just small. Complete survival was needed to live in there. "Their dexterity testifies that they're almost professionals," I commented.

Abel wasn't giving me any reply. He was just focused on the vampires around, probably finding anyone that could help us point to the elder. He finally asked a tall woman who met our way, she all dressed completely in fur. Now I knew why: the climate here was colder than most places in Grezsatly.

Both of them were having a conversation that involved the Grezsatlic tongue. I obviously didn't understand anything, but I somehow did when she pointed her finger at somewhere.

"She says we should go there," he pointed to our east.

"You hadn't gone to this place yet?" I asked as I unavoidably shivered. To somehow give my hands heat, I hid it in my armpits.

"Not yet," he answered. "I'm sorry I don't have any wool."

"Not your fault. We both didn't know we were meant to go here. What's this place called, anyway?"

"Just the Elder's Village."

And then in front of us was the biggest shelter, positioned in a corner. Of course, he was the Elder. The tent was built there alone, no houses surrounding it unlike the rest. There was no door as well, just two tent flaps resembling the door.

We entered without any hesitation. The man wearing another thick fur, but was only covering half of his body, was found to be performing a seemingly ritual alone. The Elder didn't even look old. He was, perhaps, living for four decades if using the human numbers, from the way he looked.

The Elder didn't notice us, because he was closing his eyes. We were both calm as water and waited patiently for him to be done when we had entered, standing there on ground. We were just exchanging looks.

He spoke so suddenly that both of us got shocked. Only in their Tongue again.

Abel took steps forward and talked to him. Afterwards, he turned his glance back to me.

"Elder, this is Selene. Selene Lockhart," Abel said, stealing my introduction. I just went to greet him, offering my right hand for a handshake, again, I was oblivious that it weren't famous doing that in here, so I quickly put it down and did something to not make it so obvious.

"You are a Lockhart?" He opened his eyes and asked me as if he didn't really head what Abel said. He glanced at Abel first, trying to recognize him. But when he stared lastly at me, his expression was mixed with shock and happiness.

"Yes, Elder. I am," I respectfully replied.

"So what you want to know is everything."

"Practically," I almost whispered.

He was looking at me after he slowly sat down. He chortled. "You are half-ready, my child."

I side-glanced at Abel, who was doing the same thing. "Why, 'half'?" I asked with having no answer. "Of course I am. I shall be," I said and tried to forget what he said. Maybe he just liked to say it.

"I was the one who told her that we should go here to consult with you," Abel told him.

The Elder notably gave a long sigh, not a weary one. But a sigh in a way that he was forced to. "You want to know about your mother."