It is fitting that our story begin in a cemetery where all mortals end their short years with the longest sleep of their lives. In these beds of dirt and wood, we find the still forms of expired individuals no longer able to walk this earth. It is quiet, their voices silenced after many decades of screaming out in futility and regret. They cannot breath, think, walk, speak, or live. It is the end for them.
The wind, like in any poetic beginning, sweeps over the manicured grass that covers the older graves. These stone markers are worn and bare no names because of the abuse from the elements and time. One lays at the edge of the graveyard like a watchful elder that has remained on this hallowed ground to simply view time float by outside the wrought iron fence.
It is here that was stop our progress in the tale. We must take time to simply look over the cross-shaped gravestone that bares no name. Sitting alone, it has not seen flowers placed before it in a long time and looked completely undisturbed by the footprints of visitors. The grass even is a little overgrown on one side. This final resting place is undisturbed.
Suddenly a like a horrific scene from a dark movie a clawed hand tears forth from the earth and snatches at the air above the grassy grave-site. Earth is soon pushed aside to reveal the snarling and growling form of a dirt covered woman clutching for the world of the living and dragging her body forth from the darkness of the world of the dead. Sharp talon-like nails scratch and claw at the grassy floor of her surroundings until she is able to pull herself up and out of her grave. Dirt and insects fall away from her tattered form, particles and evidence left over from her time in the ground.
Not even bothering to wipe herself free of the morbid coat of dirt and coffin fragments, the woman began to walk. Though many would claim she be a dead body strolling free from the confines of her death-bed, she strode confidently toward the exit of the graveyard. The specter walked easily as if she had just woken from a simple nap.
The wrought iron fence opened with a ominous creak and a new era fell like a wave over the newly awakened woman.
As if coming to life for the first time, the world suddenly burst to life around her. She could hear the screaming of many kinds of machines, taste the salt and chemicals that lingered in the air, smell the evidence of industry and progress around her, and see the new lights and gods illuminated by technology. The city that loomed before her was the new battlefield and new weapons were now available to both sides.
Dark eyes of crimson scanned the new horizon that stretched out before her like a daunting path that would present problem and solution alike. Slowly, cracked and dry lips open and an unused throat formed new words.
"And so it begins..."
In the huge city of Deston, large buildings loom like towering giants over the territories of two rivaling families. This feud of epic proportions did not begin over a simple argument or even star-crossed lovers some decades ago. No, this is a centuries old battle that has been fought throughout the ages and will continue even farther into the future.
Two warring sides bare fang and claw against each other in hopes of tearing down the foundations of ancient brotherhood and blood. The wolves seek to destroy the covens of the night kings, vampires of extraordinary powers. Ever since establishing their packs, the wolves have seen the vampires as a threat to their lives and the same could be said for the viewpoint of the vampires.
Neither can openly show their disdain or intended violence for the other because the cattle they both once preyed upon a millenia ago are now the gross majority. Humans populate the earth like insects and rodents, reproducing in large quantities. They now rule the earth and carry the new weapons of man.
It was the humans that developed the needed technology to battle those that dwell in the dark. With this new weaponry, even newer progress was made. Now hundreds of years later, cities thrive on new technology and sciences. Those of the warring clans must now tread lightly or face the wrath of weapons such as UV bullets, silver injected sabers, and thermal nuclear pellets.
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