"Nel, my name is Sanguis Morto. It is a pleasure." Sanguis thought of what she'd said at first, "What are you!?" As he pulled the blood stained ice from his hand, Sanguis thought After that they do deserve an explanation. Sanguis turned, and what his eyes fell upon wasn't encouraging. A blood covered ground with numerous bodies strewn across it. Four teenagers all looking tired and seemed to lack spirit.
"Now what just happened was unexpected, however nothing new. Every month this happens, never the same day of the month might be near the beginning then next month in the middle. It is a curse, because of my father. My Elven mother was defeated by a shade who then got his reward. Now my mother was bearing a child, a child that she would die giving birth to. You see I am part shade which leads to these monthly attacks." After his monolouge Sanguis turned to look at Nel, how did she give him that energy to conquer Alteser? What made her so different? Sanguis' body seemed to catch up to what had happened for he was suddenly hit by a wave of fatigue and fell to his knees.
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