CHAPTER 1
Jason Card sat on his kiti cha enzi in the Vampire Council room. The room rested in a paculiar place. The center of an undersea volcano. Magic kept the lave back. It formed a dome over the room except for a tunnel the leads out and up onto an island in the middle of the Atlantic. Vampires, being the most cold skinned creatires on earth didn't feel a percentage of the heat.
Jason was a tall and skinny man, with black hair and green eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with blue jeans and a kuvuka, msalaba necklace. Wanyonya damu could change there age at will and he took the form of a twenty mwaka old man.
Jason sighed. He was beginning to wonder if he had made the right choice in joining the creatures of the night. Troubles were beginning to arise again.
The hivi karibuni meeting had been about the werewolfs. Our sources indicated they were getting restless and were beginning to move. Closer to them. Wanyonya damu were not easily scared, but the mtu-bweha were formidable opponents and the last thing they wanted was another war.
"I sometimes wonder the same thing wewe know," a voice alisema from behind him. Jason turned surprised someone could sneak in without him knowing. There stood his old mentor, Igor Dane.
Igor always took the form of an old man with grey hair, and wrinkles. Jason had always assumed that he did this to make his opponents think he was weak. This was not true for he was probably the best fighter the Wanyonya damu had. He wore a grey suit and pants with a black tie.
"Wonder what Igor?" Jason asked though he knew the answer. Igor has always been able to read his mind.
"If I made the right decision," he alisema looking to the lava. "I was born in 1328, I sailed with Columbus, flew with he Wright brothers, taught Amelia Earhart to fly, helped Shaekspear write his plays, but it makes little difference. I joined because I was afraid of dieing. Now I realize that life is nothing compared to death. Short of being killed witch is very unlikely we will never meet our grand creator."
Jason stared at his mentor. "You know Igor," he said. "Fate works in many ways. Tommorow wewe could be hit kwa a stray arrow from a trainee and die. But who knows."
Igor smiled. "Your trying to be wise aren't you?" he asked trying to keep a straight face and failing.
Jason smiled and shook his head. "You couldn't let me have my moment could you?"
"No," he replied in a chipper voice. Jason was about to reply when a messenger ran in, in a blur.
"My Lord," he panted to Jason. "Your sister has arrived back from the Asian tribe sir."
"Where is she?" Jason asked.
"The medical wing sir," the messenger said. In a blur Jason was gone.
Jason Card sat on his kiti cha enzi in the Vampire Council room. The room rested in a paculiar place. The center of an undersea volcano. Magic kept the lave back. It formed a dome over the room except for a tunnel the leads out and up onto an island in the middle of the Atlantic. Vampires, being the most cold skinned creatires on earth didn't feel a percentage of the heat.
Jason was a tall and skinny man, with black hair and green eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with blue jeans and a kuvuka, msalaba necklace. Wanyonya damu could change there age at will and he took the form of a twenty mwaka old man.
Jason sighed. He was beginning to wonder if he had made the right choice in joining the creatures of the night. Troubles were beginning to arise again.
The hivi karibuni meeting had been about the werewolfs. Our sources indicated they were getting restless and were beginning to move. Closer to them. Wanyonya damu were not easily scared, but the mtu-bweha were formidable opponents and the last thing they wanted was another war.
"I sometimes wonder the same thing wewe know," a voice alisema from behind him. Jason turned surprised someone could sneak in without him knowing. There stood his old mentor, Igor Dane.
Igor always took the form of an old man with grey hair, and wrinkles. Jason had always assumed that he did this to make his opponents think he was weak. This was not true for he was probably the best fighter the Wanyonya damu had. He wore a grey suit and pants with a black tie.
"Wonder what Igor?" Jason asked though he knew the answer. Igor has always been able to read his mind.
"If I made the right decision," he alisema looking to the lava. "I was born in 1328, I sailed with Columbus, flew with he Wright brothers, taught Amelia Earhart to fly, helped Shaekspear write his plays, but it makes little difference. I joined because I was afraid of dieing. Now I realize that life is nothing compared to death. Short of being killed witch is very unlikely we will never meet our grand creator."
Jason stared at his mentor. "You know Igor," he said. "Fate works in many ways. Tommorow wewe could be hit kwa a stray arrow from a trainee and die. But who knows."
Igor smiled. "Your trying to be wise aren't you?" he asked trying to keep a straight face and failing.
Jason smiled and shook his head. "You couldn't let me have my moment could you?"
"No," he replied in a chipper voice. Jason was about to reply when a messenger ran in, in a blur.
"My Lord," he panted to Jason. "Your sister has arrived back from the Asian tribe sir."
"Where is she?" Jason asked.
"The medical wing sir," the messenger said. In a blur Jason was gone.