Humanity's War on the Dead

Humanity's War on the Dead

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50 years ago, the world was perfect. Maybe not at world peace perfect, but normal. People went to work, kissed their loved ones, went to school. Perfect. 40 years ago, a deadly disease nearly wiped out humanity. The disease didn't just kill it's hosts, it brought them back from the dead. The survivors did what they could to stay alive and human. 30 years ago, the Vampires rose to power offering sanctuary to those who lived in the deadly new world, on the condition that Humanity surrendered to them. Many refused while others were gladly put into chains. 20 years ago, I was born in a stable. I never knew my mother or anything about her other than she had many other children before and after me. 10 years ago, I was sold at auction to the Crown Prince of Vampires as his blood bag, a personal slave that offers fresh blood anytime. Today, I live in a cage. A cage of gold and silver, but still a cage. Life in a castle of Vampires is hard, but it's better than being out there in the world where the dead hunger for human flesh.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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