I know it seems very unlikely, but I cannot shake a recurring vision I have, I'll let it speak for itself: I see myself and other creatures of the night massing in a city, only a small group yet, but I can't tell for certain if it will stay that way. It begins in the dead of night, on the city's streets, the night is dark and misty, streetlights illuminating only a portion of the scene, and a police cruiser arrives, two men get out and draw their weapons, aiming at a small group of vampyres who bear traditional weapons of war. hidden in the shadows previously, the entirety of the gathering descends on the officers from all sides, in a matter of moments incapacitating them, I only hope they are still breathing. my vision blurs and then clears, revealing a scene where my brethren are being massacred by heavily armed forces. I have to know if this will happen, please comment
As I was lying by the river, I felt the familiar comfort of magick flowing through the air and earth and water, I let it pass through me as well, listened to what it would tell me this day. I was immediately spellbound by what I saw: myself surrounded by figures in black, my brothers, I know this much. circling round as I hear words I cannot hear and feel a sense of importance rising, I know I cannot let my concentration slip, although my friends try to wake me. I see a blade in the hand of my kinsman, which I do not know. I watch in sadness as my betrayal falls upon me and the blade sinks into my flesh. I am jolted out of my state with the words on my lips "my brother has killed me".
Fire rains from the sky, blood and screams flow in morbid synchronous patterns through broken streets. Dark figures stand against the light of the fires, casting their shadows long, hiding their identity, but they are the strong ones, the ones who will have the power to survive this end of days, the strong will inherit the earth because the weak stopped listening to her ways. A weave of words and flash of power as I awake.
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