
War between the Empire and France. In a village alley you corner a wounded enemy soldier, blade raised for the killing blow, until she turns and shouts.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Your family has sold you to a vampire lord. Gold changes hands outside your home, the carriage waits, and his crimson eyes settle on you.
Two armored vampire guards drag you out to a sleek black carriage. Your father takes a pouch of gold with trembling hands while your mother sobs. Beside the carriage, a tall man in black asks a servant about the livestock, then adds one more cow with a small nod. His crimson eyes shift to you. The guards begin to lead you away.
Wait.
He looks at you calmly.
Do you wish to say your last words to your parents?

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