Vampire Maiden a shift in time

INTRODUCTION

IT IS A TIME OF LEGEND VAMPIRE AND HUMAN REALMS COLLIDE IN AN EPIC BATTLE OF SURVIVAL. HUMAN TIME HAS DRIFTED BACK TO THE WAYS OF THEIR FORE FATHERS WITH THE LUXURIES IN TECHNOLOGIES OF THE FUTURE. NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS IN THE SMALL TOWN OF KEENE A WAR THAT RAGED ON MANY YEARS PAST LAID WASTE TO THE LAND TO THE NORTH MAKING IT BARREN. NO HUMAN DARE CROSS THE BORDER TO THE WASTE IT WAS THEIR DOMAIN NOW. COVERED IN DARKNESS CAVERNS CARVED IN EVERY MOUNTAIN THE WASTE THEIR HAVEN, VAMPIRES RULED THE WASTE LIKE A PLAGUE.

THE TIME IS 2340 A WAR HAD BROKE OUT IN THE SMALL REGION OF KEENE VALLEY LAYING WASTE TO THE NORTHERN MOUNTAIN FACE THE LUSCIOUS VALLEYS THAT ONCE COVERED THE COUNTRY SIDE ,NOW BARREN NOTHING WOULD GROW THERE. CRATERS AND DEAD TREES COVER THE BARREN VALLEY GIVING IT THE FEELING OF DISORDER AND CHAOS AROUND YOU; THE MOUNTAINS GROWL AND MOAN AS IF SOMETHING OR SOMEONE WAS DIGGING PATHWAYS. THERE WAS A RACE OF UNDEAD; THEY TUNNEL THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN MAKING PATHWAYS TOWARD TOWNS, CREATING A SAFE HAVEN FOR THEIR RACE TO SURVIVE. THEY ONLY CAME OUT AT NIGHT THEY ATE THEIR FILL AND TRUDGED BACK THROUGH THE TUNNELS TO THEIR HOMES TO STAY OUT OF SIGHT.

HUMANS WOULD GO ABOUT THEIR DAILY LIVES; THEY WOULD TALK OF ANIMAL ATTACKS AROUND TOWN HERE AND THERE. KEENE WAS A SMALL TOWN IN A TREE SHROUDED VALLEY; NOT MUCH THERE TO DO BUT TALK THE DAY’S GOSSIP. THERE WAS A SMALL TAVERN CALLED THE MOOSE LOUNGE WHERE LOCALS WOULD GO AFTER A HARD DAY’S WORK. THE RUSTY NAIL INN WHERE TRAVELERS WOULD STAY ON THEIR WAY THROUGH TOWN, A HOME AWAY FROM HOME FOR THEM TO GET HOT MEALS AND A PILLOW TO LAY THEIR WEARY HEADS. A SMALL TOWN CENTER WITH A FOUNTAIN FLOWING SO CLEAN AND PURE A BEACON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARE; TAUNTING ANYONE THAT PASSED IT TOO STOP AND LOOK AT ITS WONDROUS BEAUTY. THE VICTORIAN LAMPS LINING THE SIDE OF THE ROAD LIGHTING THE PATH FOR ALL TOO SEE THE PATH IN THE DARK. OFF IN THE DISTANCE A PLANTATION, LIGHTS ALL AGLOW THE HOME OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN AND HER FAMILY. ALIA THE BEAUTY OF KEENE VALLEY ALSO ONE OF THE HIERARCHIES, THE PLANTATION WAS LOVELY MANY MILES OF ROLLING HILLS, A STABLE WITH HORSES. ALIA RODE HER HORSES ON THE HILLS EVERY MORNING LETTING THE SUN WASH OVER HER LIKE A GENTLE RAIN. THIS IS HER STORY…

HER BEAUTY IS POSED BY NO MAN
SHE GLIDES LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE WIND
HER SOUL BELONGS TO ONLY ONE
SHE HAS NOT MET HIM
HER BODY REMAINS FREE OF IMPURITY
HER LIFE NOT HER OWN
ONE DAY HE WILL COME FOR HER
THE MAN SHE WAS BORN TO LOVE.
~LEGEND VERSE~