I remember the day I met Kro.
It was the day of the invasion. My village was a relatively small one, especially compared to the city to the east, so we didn’t have much of value. But apparently, we had enough for bandits to be interested, and not enough for the city to care.
Walking out of the massacre without a scratch, he’d seemed like some sort of immortal, some great supernatural being who’d come to save me. He’d walked past everyone, whether they be dead, begging for their life, or still on their feet, straight to me. I’d thought he’d come to save me, perhaps an angel come to take me to Heaven.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
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Memory
Short StoryThis is a short story depicting the highlights of Kro's life as seen through the eyes of Teyla as she remembers him. She tells the story of how they met, and how he became a father to her by more than just vampire law. She describes their relationsh...
