Prologue

The year was 1492 and the Turks were invading southern Europe. They swept across Bulgaria and Serbia, toward peaceful Romania.

The lords of Romania saw the coming tide and looked to their young king, Vlad Tepes, for guidance. Vlad knew that his people could not stand against the Turks, but he had hope. He knew a way to stop the invaders from conquering his people and Europe at a price, one that not many would be willing to pay.

King Vlad and his most trusted knights, known as the Knights of the Dragon, rode out of castle Dracul and further into the Carpathian mountains. These defenders of the realm hoped to find an old witch known as Tamor, who could unleash a force terrible enough to stop the advance of the Turkish army. After an exhausting two day ride the witch was found by the King and his knights.

The old man asked which of the noble defenders in the company would be willing to give up their soul for their country. While all the knights were willing it was the young king who stepped forward to save the people he ruled over. Tamor had Vlad bathe in a pool of blood by the light of the eclipse, causing a change to befall the young ruler. From that night onward he would hide from the sun for his first hundred years, drink blood for sustenance, become practically immortal, and he would be compelled to find the one woman who held his soul.

Vlad led his knights into battle against the Turkish force, destroying them all and gaining a new name for himself, Vlad the impaler or, as his people called him, Dracula.

Before anyone yells at me, yes men were also considered witches in that time. Male witches where like their female counterparts and used herbs and potions along with magic, unlike wizards or warlocks who mainly used strait magic. If any one sees any mistakes message me, please and thank you. Until next time.