IV

The general was one of the more significant citizens of Qualatar, which at the time was an island above the sea, a jewel in the non-civilized world.

The mane of black hair that ran to his shoulders framed his freshly shaven face, he was a descendant of weaker nobles even though he had more aristocracy. His warm blue eyes looked at her with all the love of this world.

She was three years younger than him. Her parents would never let her marry him, they didn't even have to. As soon as the sun went down, they planned to escape as far as anyone who knew them.

But fate interfered with her hands as she waited for him, a vampire, amazed at her beauty, wanted her for himself.

He glided gracefully in the air.

People ran to help her, but it was too late the vampire was in the air.

The general, upon hearing the news, immediately went in pursuit. Shortly after his departure, the island suffered a major cataclysm. He forced the horse to exhaustion, at the very end of his power he came to a tavern where he bought a new horse.

At the border with Istili, customs officers stopped his way.

"Who are you and what business are you going to Istili?" the customs officer asked.

"I'm General Haltan. I'm on a mission… my mission is ..."

"…to find a vampire. You are going in the wrong direction. You need to turn left, not right at Tirdan."

"Tell me where, then, good men?"

"You need to their capital in the mountains. The one you're looking for is a renegade from their authority."

"A renegade, are you sure?"

"Yes. He's against their laws."