Summary of the previous episodes:
Viorel has been tortured by his
supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely
enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of
who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left
Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a
previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The
little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole
and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but
nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi)
taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my
holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would
like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still
managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady
before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of
persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a
deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got
some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were
he stays a bit to learn German.
Viorel wanted to go to Praha but redirect himself toward Augsburg
instead where he wants to get a horse, except that the horses are a bit
scared of his vampirism and maybe something else. Viorel is really not a
horse expert. Then he comes into an altercation with couple of people,
he wants some fear in his blood. The girl Viorel has found seemed to
enjoy the game. Viorel prepares for the nightmares that come with a
feast of blood, in a rush to leave, he cross the dukedom of Lorrain.
We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything.
Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued
by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was
looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's
agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets.
On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting
him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not
the easiest thing to handle.
“I
am against you killing innocent humans but I don’t really have
anything against you drinking blood and I personally know few people
I would bite to death if I could. I am too afraid to spend the rest
on my life in the bagne to do so but you don’t have that kind of
issues, if humans ever catch you you can always bite them too.
“Why
do human kill humans?” I asked. I remembered the dream I had last
night where my mum was placing the life of the human as a higher
price that the life of the rabbits. Animals would kill each other to
safe the best number, they would kill the one different endangering
their species. I found it abject that humans would kill each other
only for private and selfish interest. Maybe refusing to become and
behave like a human was a way to justify myself for killing them.
“There
are a lot of reasons why human kills, passion is the most common,
love of money, being annoyed by someone else, deep feeling that
someone doesn’t deserve to life because of their action toward
individual or society, and for some the thought that they are
creating a better place for everyone to leave in. I believe that
everyone contribute to the goodness of this world and in the increase
of knowledge but being me with the impatience of my youth, I get
really tired of some people and I would be happy to eradicate them
from the surface of Earth. But the thing is I won’t because I know
the border between good and evil. I truly think other don’t and
that leads them to commit crimes, it is mainly a matter of
education,” Nicolas answered.
I
stopped a little to consider. As my mother had been educating me, I
wonder if somewhere in my broken memory the boundary Nicolas was
talking about existed. If at some point in my life I had had a
different vision of the blood drinking or killing. Restoring my
memory using the philosopher stone was suddenly more appealing but I
was still hesitant about the danger, and I wanted to do it gradually.
I would have to learn how to create one as I couldn’t possibly fix
my brain tonight in one use. Using the stone had pulled me into shock
as the images where more vivid than in the dreams. The dreams
provoked by the blood were natural, the philosopher stone healing was
brutal.
“I
want to see the experiment,” I said.
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