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"But it's too hard..."



Blood was now 12, and even for being so young, Hawkeyes had never seen such remarkable talent for hunting and survival.



"It is only hard, because you make it hard, my son... clear your mind, and worry not, and any task shall become child's play."



Hawkeyes had said. Hawkeyes was trying to teach Blood to cast a fire spell around a weapon, causing whatever weapon that was enchanted to become covered in flames as it was wielded. At first, Blood was completely unable to cast the enchantment, but gradually improved each time he tried. Hawkeyes could see noteworthy talent in the boy's magical capabilities, and so he was training him, teaching him to use every ability he could have to their fullest, and so survive the world which was growing more infested with vampires everyday.



"Milktuaye, etestko ekstueaye!"



The boy was speaking in the old language of Hawkeyes's tribe, a language Hawkeyes himself had taught the boy to speak fluently. Hawkeyes smiled at Blood's excitement.



"I did it, the knife is enchanted, Father!"



It wasn't much, of course, just some fire sparking around the blade, but it was progress.



"Very good, child, in time you shall be able to enflame larger weapons with even greater fire."



Hawkeyes sat on a rock, and motioned for Blood to come.



"Come, my child, sit with me for a moment."



Blood obeyed and sat next to Hawkeyes on the rock. Hawkeyes reached into his robe, and from it he pulled a cylinder-shaped crystal, attached to a thin loop of thread. The crystal, blue-green in hue, glistened in the light of the slowly setting sun.



"It is time for your 'treatment' Blood."



The boy nodded. He had done this many times before. Hawkeyes would crystal infront of Blood all over. The crystal would briefly and brightly grow before going dim again. Hawkeyes had performed this treatment to Blood everyday for as long as he could remember. But, he was never sure why Hawkeyes would do it. Everytime he asked, Hawkeyes would change the subject or something else in order to avoid talking about it. Blood was sure Hawkeyes was keeping some sort of secret.



"Father? Why must I have this treatment everyday?"



Hawkeyes, as usual, smiled and changed the subject.



"The sun is setting, which means we must get back indoors and rest before the vampires come out to feed."



Blood sighed and nodded. Together, he and Hawkeyes returned to the small hut in which they lived. It was isolated around some boulders, where vampires were sure to not find it. Again, Blood thought, Father avoids talking of the treatment. Blood shrugged as he lay down to sleep. He was sure that whatever Hawkeyes was not telling him, it was because he was not ready to hear it yet, but would in time. Blood trusted that his father had a good reason for not talking about it, and didn't question it anymore as he drifted off to sleep.

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A baby found in his dead mother's arms. Her neck was badly bitten, and she had lost an unnatural amount of blood.



"Vampires..."



Said the Tribesman who found the babe,



"Must have attacked the mother for food, and decided the child to be malnurishing. Hmm..."



The Tribesman, named Hawkeyes for keen eyes for detail, examined the child and found a single bite-mark on his neck, but hardly any bloodloss. Hawkeyes deduced that the mother caught the Vampires in the act of biting the babe and tried to fight them off to save it. She had succeeded, but died as a price. Wrapping a blanket around the child, Hawkeyes took the baby with him. Someone had to care for it, and Hawkeyes knew that there still predators out there.



"You will be safe with me, child, no harm will come to you."



He said to the sleeping babe as he walked along the road after burying the mother. He glanced at the child. Hawkeyes wondered what the child's name was, but couldn't have known, for he found the mother dead. As he walked, he began singing an old tribe song about an ancient war between man and vampire, or "Blood-Demons" as his tribe called them. The song gave him an idea.



"I found you in blood, child, so Blood shall be your name."



The baby, now called Blood, slept soundly in his new adoptive father's arms. Hawkeyes resumed singing the ancient song as he traveled the road toward his home in the mountains. Along the way, the kind old Tribesman wondered just who Blood really was, and why the blood-demons hadn't killed him along with his mother. There had to be a reason. He decided he would do research when he got home, to learn more on the matter.



These are the beginnings, but a journey is not complete with a first step alone...