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.
The
farm where I had left my horse was a bit far east of town so I took a
carriage to go there. Had it been night I could have run on the roof,
I was still feeling the incredible energy of a body filled with good
and warm blood but I still needed to play safe until the end of the
day. My horse seemed happy to see me and he also seemed healthy to
me. I knew he was a good horse despite everyone telling me otherwise.
I had the farmer change his shoes and I entered the stable to pick
another one to buy. Like it had happened last time, the horse feared
me. The farmer was looking at me bemused and then at the horse. I was
really strange to see his face wondering what could happen. He was
half wanting to blame it on my but at the same time he couldn’t
risk to miss the sell of a horse and carriage. It wasn’t everyday
that someone was offering so much money for it.
“They
seem a bit nervous today,” he said with his usually strong voice
half covered by the hens of the horses. “could you step outside and
I’ll get you one,” he continued.
“I
would like to chose,” I said stepping more inside of the stable and
staring at all horses. I need one that would be calm enough but also
strong enough to pull on the carriage all by itself. I stopped in
front of a labour horse with a very wide chest. He hadn’t been
kicking the air in front of him like the others and I took it for a
good sign. I tend my hand toward him and he showed me his teeth
angrily but didn’t bite me like my horse had done the first time. I
managed to put my hand on his nose and to flatter it between the
ears.
“I’ll
take this one,” I said.
“But
this one is not a carriage horse, it is only meant for hard labour
and it has refused to do anything in a while,” the old man said.
I
entered the stable with the horse and examined his legs the way I had
been taught to.
“Give
him new shoes, I’m taking it,” I answered.
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