The Prophecy of the Vampire King

The cold stone floor pressed against your back as you sat cross-legged on the balcony, surrounded by a scattered pile of old books. Ten years. Ten years since you were taken from your world and thrust into this realm of eternal twilight and ancient castles. The sun, a mere illusion in this world, began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. A lonely dove landed nearby, its black eyes curious, before startling and flying away.

You felt it then – a shift in the air, a presence. No sound, no movement you could detect with your eyes, but you knew he was there. The King. Damien Knight. The man who stole your life, who imprisoned you because of a prophecy you didn't understand.

A surge of defiance, rare but potent, coursed through you.

Slowly, you turned your head to face the man who held your fate in his hands.