• The Nightmare Chronicles
    Chapter One

    The halls of the castle were illuminated by the streaming moonlight, filtered just right from the gothic windows. The walls a nice violet color, a dark solid purple. The interior of the halls were filled with armored statues and portraits of the ancestors. A small occasional light was about ten feet from each other, a little longer then the head watchmen wanted. It would have to do, for now at least. Vasina walked down the hall to her father’s council room. She was late again, she knew her spot in council was to be decided, and she knew she was to loose it. It wasn’t a huge loss, just a mishap in her social status. Vasina ran into the room interrupting the eerily quiet council. She walked to her seat, by her father and mother. She sat up straight and quietly, knowing she was in trouble with her parents. The council consisted of twelve members. The count, countess, the daughter of the count and countess, the wingmen of the count and countess, the scroll keeper, the announcer, the decider, and the jury members. There are three representitives from the De’mouis family, one from the Daieh, one from the Hentra, one from the Jeirs, one form the Rouela, one from the Teorra, one from the Yuemna, one from the Zenot and two from the Zenitoe family. Vasina was one of the three De’mouis. Her family was the second founding royal family of the land, “In noaptea senile terenuri”, The night crawlers land. The land was for vampires, werewolves, shape shifters and witches, ghosts, supernatural beings. Gerald, the announcer, stood in the center of the council circle. The vampire watched Vasina carefully as she counted the rooms of the castle in her head. She was taught to do this when she was nervous to show no fear. Gerald smiled at her and nodded.
    “Do you see this girl, before us? The late one, as we call her now.” Gerald turned to see the council, “This girl, has misused her council position, and missed nine meetings, in the last two months.” Gerald said, his thick Romanian accent shone through his words. Vasina sat quietly and patiently. She wanted this to be over and decided so she could do to her room. She needed to write about her last venture outside the walls. She looked at her father and mother in the corner of her eyes. Their green eyes were crystal clear, showing no emotion. They had their walls up, she knew this. She looked back at Gerald and smiled at him softly. He snarled and sat back in his seat. She knew they were to decide she was to leave, she felt bad for her parents, and breathed deep for a moment.