V The First
by WM
V THE FIRTS
By WM
V The First
The Blood Before
The World remembers the legend.
This remembers the blood before
Dracula
V THE FIRST
By WM
Shall we start from the begining?
Does this feel familiar?
A story you remember.
The history that repeats itself,
Over an over.
What about now?
That familiar place, you are yet to visit.
Yet you know it well enough.
A familiar story.
Not quite a love story,
although love is what binds it together.
for this is the story of many,
and it is about many things.
Even you...
This is the story of her,
a girl like no other...
This is the story of a man,
But not just any man...
This is the story of the Prince of Wallachia,
There are loves written in the books of fate,
And unions that are meant to be.
What it love or mere desire?
What it something else?
Everyone has a family, and a blood legacy.
Even Dracula
But if you are hoping for happy endings,
you better stop here.
There are no "Happily ever afters"
in the real world.
The real world.
Is there truly such a thing?
The beautiful and the wealthy seem to live in a world
so different to that of the poor and the wreteched
that it may as well be an entirely different world.
But there is another world.
We know it is there,
We sense it. We feel it.
but we can't quite see it.
There is so much we don't know,
There is a reason for it.
If you dare peer beyond the veil,
you may find a world of monsters,
And even darker, impossible things
But you and your kind are not alone.
There are those who had been watching since the begining.
V The First
The Blood Before
Begin the Journey
The world remembers a prince who became a legend.
History remembers a single name.
Dracula.
Yet few remember that behind the myth stood a man of flesh and blood.
Vlad III, son of Dracul, Prince of Wallachia.
Long before the legend, there was a dynasty.
Before the son, there were fathers and forefathers.
Before the fathers, there was a founder.
Basarab.
He inherited nothing.
He forged a crown where none existed, carving a kingdom from steel, blood, and unyielding will.
In the fourteenth century, Basarab gave birth to a dynasty whose shadow would endure long after kingdoms had fallen into dust.
Yet history preserves only fragments.
Its chronicles recount battles, treaties, and kings, while leaving untouched the deeper current flowing beneath them all.
For hidden beneath the rise of kingdoms and the collapse of empires endured an older inheritance—a secret bloodline born from a power more ancient than crowns, more enduring than nations, and older than faith itself.
Codex
The Bible of the Realms
Mathis Artois was born in 1332 to Jacqueline, a servant in the majestic and mysterious Artois mansion. He grew up hidden away and would not discover that he was the heir of the Artois warlocks till later in his teen years. He inherits not only the astonishing wealth but also the great magic powers of his father and uncles.
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