The Realm Of The Undead
The realm of the undead was depressing. The sky was forever red and the moon was a bulb of white purity surrounded by the blood. The grass while green, seemed to be the darkest shade. The only birds in the sky were black crows and bats, the only insects scurrying around were the blood-sucking kind. Silas found the whole place bleak and deranged. Out of all the kingdoms, realms, and places Samuel had sent him, the realm of the undead had never come up. And Silas had been wise and happy enough to thank the lucky stars he'd never had to deal with a vampire mentor. He'd met very few in his life, but he knew they were all flashy fighters. Strong with abnormal powers, their bodies hard like marble, eyes that could break the psyche down to nothing. And in the midst of knowing all this, he s
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