My name is Destiny, Young Queen of the Ninth Vampyre Coven. But let us not bother with formalities. I was born at a time of war, so my father was gone in battle usually. About two hundred years ago he died, ending the first great war. Mother soon followed, stricken with grief at her loss. I was left in the care of my older brother, Daemon, High Elder of the Ninth Coven. He did his best raising me, but at the demands of the Elder Council, my voice was taken from me to silence my endless pleas for a peace treaty. I lived a good fifty years in silence, honing my skills with telepathy until I was again able to communicate effectively.
About twenty years after my breakthrough, I met a man. I had managed to get a night out to myself and made my way to the tavern, looking for a bite to eat. He approached me in full armour, looking like something out of a book I had read. I don't remember much from there...just that he managed to give me my voice back. Sadly, he died a while after and with his death my voice went as well. It's been a century since then, and I've resigned myself to living alone. I still push for peace, even though another war is going on, and who knows...maybe this time they'll actually listen.
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A Destiny Forgotten
Silence is deafening...so in these pages I will confide. When one lives so long without a companion or friend it becomes imperative to share one's thoughts with something or someone. Read these entries if you'd like; perhaps they'll shed some light
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