The Flame's Throne

Little Mara, although she understands everything, the only thing she knows is that she must become stronger because what the future holds for her is difficult, and her path will have many obstacles to confront.

But she wants to live like a 7-year-old girl, and she will. Determined to do so, she saw the floor and did not realize that the floor was not only soft but also red, just like the lines on the door. Little Mara just observed the color and commented, "If the lines are blood from the previous Leaders, what covers the floor..."

She did not finish speaking, and a voice interrupted her, "They are the sacrifices that have continually presented millennium after millennium when an Elder Vampire dies also comes to give as a sacrifice his body and his blood," commented the childish voice of Heinrich.

"Little Mistress, you shall know that the future is not to be sacrificed for a single individual, in this place, those who render meritorious services to the Clan may have the privilege of offering their blood, while traitors only have their blood absorbed in the most painful and faster way so that they cannot regenerate."

"I understand what you mean, but there must have been a lot of them in order to make the floor this color, of such a large place."

"Actually no, there's a section around that chair which can't endure the touch by blood, if you want to see it you'll have to move forward..."

"Oh, right?" little Mara tilted her head with a frown.

Little Mara, walked, and advance to her destination, which she thought would take hours, but it only took her a couple of minutes to reach a place where the ground was completely white, there was not a drop of blood or any residue of dust, it was pure and shiny white, the strangest thing is that you could feel a pressure in the air, which made her breathing more difficult to maintain.

She moved forward without caring about what she felt because the curiosity to know what awaited her was quite high, but the more she walked, the more she felt that her breathing was more forced, her body felt the pressure on it, a normal seven-year-old girl feeling that same pressure would have already died, and even if she were a supernatural being, she could not hold on either, and the only way out is death.

The pressure was greater and when she wanted to know how far she had advanced and turn her head, she heard Heinrich's voice, "Do not turn, you are at a point where you cannot turn your head, if you cannot go any further, stop and do not continue, but if you feel you can move forward, do it."

Heinrich was anxious, but he should not stop her, but neither should he make her look behind her, for him, who could observe her surroundings and see that she had only advanced ten meters, worried about how long it would be before she could claim the Throne which must return to the one who has always belonged to, besides knowing that she hasn't reached even ten years old, causes him uneasiness.

The enemies, the difficulties she needs to face to be better every day, are extreme, she must not only sweat blood, but her tears must be of blood as well.

The first step, she lost her pillar, her mother, the previous Leader Lana; Heinrich does not know who will be the next one or what will be the difficulty that destiny has prepared for her, but in order to reach the apex of the world she must be strong, she must carry out beautifully.

'When we get out of here, I will see what I can do, so that the Death Army can awaken ahead of time, and recruit new members that are soon to be born,' Heinrich declared in his thoughts.

Little Mara kept advancing until she reached a point where she felt that her consciousness was fading, and at that moment her surroundings turned completely black. Just when she was about to fall to the ground when a pair of arms received her.

And she couldn't see who it was, but the embrace was perfectly warm, giving her the feeling of security.

'Sigh,' "Why did you let her go so far? She's only awakened 10% of her Bloodline," a familiar voice spoke.

To which he received a rebuke in reply, "That is because her curiosity is greater than her carefulness. Besides, she should be able to get closer to the throne."

"Anyway, there is no place to see who is to blame, she is too young to approach the Flame's Throne, and she should only attempt to do so in five years minimum, during that time, you must care for her and instruct her, don't let her be naïve to understand her role in the future, not only of the Clan but also of the future of the Supernatural World," told the same voice.

After a couple of seconds, he continued "The hunters are active, we can't let her leave the Clan's premises either, if there is a demand for meetings, then send an envoy, it is unnecessary for her to be the one to go..."

"I will tell her to close the Clan doors to others who are not part of it," Heinrich gives his reply.

"Protect her," added the voice meanwhile keeping in his arms to the Little Mara, who felt nothing as he carried her to the door, back to where she started. After placing her on the comfy floor, he withdrew.

It was some time before Little Mara awoke, and looking around, she realized she was near the door, asking herself, "Was it a dream?"

To which she received an answer, "It wasn't a dream, it was what we call, fainting Little Mistress…" said Heinrich with a sarcastic tone, which little Mara didn't understand.

As smart as she may seem, that doesn't stop her from being ignorant to many things, such as body and verbal expressions, and others, but in order to be versatile in everything, she must learn little by little.

Paying no more attention to Heinrich, she said with certainty, "Who stopped me from falling was he right? The Guardian, but how was that possible, he can't get out of the dungeon right?" she ended thinking with a frown.

"That's one of the Guardian's abilities, he can come out for seconds to help you, if you haven't taken care of his problem and to get him out of his prison," pointed out Heinrich.

"Dungeon... Prison... how is it possible for him to be there?" narrowed her eyes and tighten her lips.

"When the last Supreme Leader died, many wanted to make the Guardian recognize someone else as Master or Mistress, but none of them could succeed, and instead of doing so; trying to get rid of him was not a valid option either, and when everyone was about to find a way, he locked himself up..."

"Lock himself up..." little Mara felt her heart being stabbed when she repeated those words.

"Yes, he feared that someone would cast a spell or some curse on him because there were stronger beings than that could take him down; deciding to wait for his next protégée, he put himself into a deep sleep, and lock himself in the dungeon..." explained Heinrich.

"But he can't get out by himself, can he?" tilted her head and press her lips together.

"No, he can't, he himself cast a spell in which only his next protégée could do it, using her awakened blood which is one requirement, the other is that that awakened blood be her Bloodline minimum 40% minimum, and if she does it with that level, she would have to pay a heavy price, so he recommends doing it when you turn ten or fifteen years old you have at least three years minimum to awaken 60% of your Bloodline." declared Heinrich.

"60% is too much, but I'll have to do it..." Mara makes firm and precise movements

'Sigh'

"I just hope you don't do too much damage to yourself, grow up as a normal child, but is too much to ask so, don't damage your foundation, it's not valid to do so if you do, you won't be able to free the Guardian." Heinrich couldn't help but remind her.

"..."

"By the way, what about the Throne?" narrow her eyes, trying to see in the horizon where she can see the throne in the distance.

"When you turn fifteen years old, you will come here again, your awakened Bloodline level by that time should be 100%, when the time comes, you can not only see the Throne but also sit on it," Heinrich mentioned giving her an incentive so that when she wants to surrender, she remembers her wish.

Heinrich was not a fool, how can he not see, and feel the desire in the eyes and heart of his Little Mistress, who longs to see the Throne up close. Of course, the time will come, eventually.

'Better to come sooner...'