Do you want to hear my story? The words crept onto the pages of the book like they were there the whole time. As if already knowing the answer, the book's life story started running down the pages.
Stone gargoyles guarded Castle Volkihar. They watched me approach, their stony eyes glistening malevolently in the starlight.
I walked slowly. . . and cursed my armor, clanking and rattling with every step. Just to be safe, I pulled out my blade. Even with its sharp edge and sturdy leather hilt in hand, my heartbeat raced.
My heartbeat. . . my blood. . .