THE DARKHEART SAGA
ng the
pte
, a crypt lay hidden-a tomb carved into the heart of stone, untouched by the world above for ages. I
silence
one groaning under the strain. In the center of the cavernous space, a sarcophagus of dark obsidian sat undisturbe
crack, the lid of the s
igid from her long confinement. Slowly, she pushed herself upright, gasping as if surfacing from deep water. Her skin was
had aw
ld stone. Memories surged through her mind, fragments of another time-of fire, blood, and betrayal. She presse
urmured, her voice
ned unbroken. The aching void in her chest confirmed it. The absence of
to sharpen, the dullness of sleep giving way to an acute awareness. She could hear the faint drip of water from a craeyes narrowing as she scanned the
s. Elira's gaze fell on the shattered remains of the protective seals that had once encased her
ong slumber had not dulled her strength. If anything, she felt more po
r ears. It was distant but unmistakable-a rapid staccato echoing through the layer
he whispered
es? The memories of her exile were hazy, her mind clouded by the long years of isolation
nt. The air grew colder as she neared the surface, the earthy scent of the tomb replaced by the sharp tang of t
er heightened senses picking up the faint scent of blood on the wind. The sound of mort
t, her dark hair flowing behind her like a shadow. The tre
own square, their flames casting flickering shadows on the surrounding buildings. Figures moved through the chaos-soldiers in dark uniforms, armed
arnage, the scent of blood and fear thick in the air. But it wasn't just the mortals being
iency and ruthlessness that spoke of training, their weapon
Domi
ime-a mortal organization dedicated to the eradication of her kind. But this...
ir terror palpable. She clenched her fists, the urge to interv
she s
niform, his dark clothing marked by dirt and blood. He carried a young girl in
. He shielded the girl with his body,
d her. It wasn't love-her curse ensured she could never feel that
, she stepped ou
form a blur as she closed the distance between them. Her hand shot out, gripping the barrel of one rifle and twisti
r skin, but she didn't falter. Her vampiric strength and speed made her a f
their weapons destroyed. Elira stood amidst the
mixture of awe and wariness. "Who... wha
the girl in his arms, her heart tightening at the sight. "Leave thi
He gathered the girl in his arms
s silent again, save for the crackling of flames in the distance. She gla
her absence, and it seemed she
s, Elira vanished into the darkness, her thoughts fil