Ninety eight

Lucian

The land was in chaos, with King Vladislav overthrown and tyrants Dimitri and Dracula running things. Everything had turned upside down, and crime had become rampant - robbing, raping, and killing.

No one dared to question them because their word was law. Unfortunately, the helpless children and elderly suffered the most.

King Vladislav and I were thrown into the dungeon of the castle . The powerful vampire king was now reduced to a caricature.

The king crumbled, shrinking from powerlessness. I sat on the hard, bare floor, staring up at the low ceiling.

The dungeon was dark and cursed with joylessness, with dim lighting coming in through the thick stone walls. All they offered us was water and a slice of bread.

My father was devastated, and I blamed myself for it all. If only I had come clean and told him the truth, none of this would have taken place, or at least he would have averted a lot from happening.

The previous day, one of Dimitri's guards insulted the king, c