Ruins In The Quietus Barren Lands

"Hhhaaah!"

'43' woke up from his dream.

"What happened now?"

'42' questioned, from his tone, '43' noticed that he was a little annoyed.

"Nothing… I just had the same dream again, howev-"

"What the hell are you talking about? You have just lied down like a minute ago!"

"W-What?"

"What? What are you so surprised about!? Take a look outside! It's still night!

Look, I don't care about you, but let me sleep! I don't want to die from overworking!"

'42' pointed at the window in an annoyed tone before he turned his back towards '43' and closed his eyes.

'43' however, was lost when he saw the black sky outside.

He was sure that he just had that dream, and he was also sure that this dream should be longer than a minute!

Something's wrong here.

'43' then remembered how Dardon pointed at his throne and then those words…

'I am counting on you…'

'43' recalled those words and grabbed his head.

'That throne… I remember touching it before that explosion happened… then I woke up…

Was he trying to say something to me?

I am counting on you, what does that mean?

Does he want me to do something about Vampire's current situation?

No no no, I am thinking too deeply about this…

It's just a dream, my imagination. Everything that happened there did not happen in reality. Vampires are too weak to fight like that. I have never seen a vampire as strong as the ones I saw in my dream.

Let alone Vlad, even normal vampires were stronger than every one of us combined… it has to be my imagination.

Wait… what if we vampires were that strong in the past before something happened?

'Dammit! I knew we shouldn't have trusted these humans!'

I remember that vampire saying something like this… does that mean that what I dreamt was reality?

Were Vampires that strong before but were then betrayed by humans?

Is that the reason why we are like this?

No, that still does not explain us being uncomfortable in the sun.

That's a clear sign that even the sun doesn't like us…

We are the cursed race.

Hshhh… I am thinking too deeply about this… that was just a dream.

My inner fantasy.

However, reality and fantasy are different.

The reality is that I am just a weak vampire who has to wake up tomorrow and work so I can get my food. If I do not, I'll die of exhaustion just like other vampires.'

'43' then shook his head as he lay on the floor and closed his eyes.

...

"Dammit! I knew we shouldn't have trusted these humans!"

However, another second later, he heard the same words again, he turned around and found himself in that magnificent hall.

He had entered his dream again.

"What's the point of talking about it n- down!"

*Clank*

Everything was the same, how vampires lost hope, how Vlad appeared, how vampires started fighting back and killed humans…

How Dardon glanced at him, how he pointed at his throne.

'I Am Counting On You'

Those words, everything was the same.

*Boom*

Another explosion sounded, and,

"Hhhaaah!"

'43' woke up again.

"'43' I swear, if you do this again, I'll hit you"

The confused '43' heard '42's words, he then turned back and looked at '42' who was glaring at him with eyes filled with rage and annoyance.

"I-I am sorry, it won't happen again"

"It better not"

'42' then turned around and closed his eyes again.

'43' then glanced outside the window, and sighed…

It was night.

'Something's definitely wrong here. It feels like someone's trying to tell me something.'

'43' thought and the images of that throne appeared in his mind.

'I need to find that throne…'

Thinking that, '43' stoop up and walked out silently.

'42' saw him walking out, he knew that it was wrong, however, he did not bother stopping him.

He needs to sleep.

Others can do whatever they want, he doesn't care.

Although he hated himself for being a vampire, he did not plan to die from exhaustion.

'43' sneaked out of the place and started walking in a certain direction.

He did not know where he was going, however, he had a feeling that if he continued walking, he will find something.

Something that might help him unravel things about his dream.

So that's what he did.

He continued walking.

Since it was night, his body did not feel weak and unpleasant, so his speed was quite quick. However, even with that, he walked for 6 hours before he finally reached a place.

Quietus barren lands.

Also known termed as the forbidden region in Yrniel.

He had heard humans talk about it.

It is said that no matter who, how many, or how strong, anyone who enters this place, never comes back.

'43' knew he shouldn't enter, however, he also had this strange feeling that all the answers he needs are inside this Quietus Barren Land.

*Gulp*

He then gulped hard before his pale red eyes shined in determination.

"Alright, I am not really living a very happy life right now and it certainly won't be any better after what I did today. I might as well enter and see if I could find anything"

*Whoosh*

However, as soon as he crossed the fence, he heard wind flowing around eerily.

*Whoosh* *Whoosh*

He then felt a wind gush coming close to him, however, before it could touch him, another wind gush clashed with the previous one, nullifying them both.

*Whoosh* *Whoosh*

This continued happening and '43' noticed that even when he was walking into this windy place with wind flowing all around him, no wind 'touched' him.

When some were about to, another gush of wind would clash with them and the two of them would nullify each other, just like it happened before.

'43' frowned as he found it a little weird however since he had a different goal in his mind, and he was a little scared, he did not think much about all this and increased his pace.

After walking for a while, he felt like he entered what should be the ruins of a city in the past; he also noticed that the 'wind' has started flowing at a quicker pace.

After another half-an-hour-long walk, he appeared in front of a worn-out, broken castle.

His heart started beating quickly, he then walked towards the castle and as soon as he stepped into the castle's hall,

"!!!"

His eyes widened in shock, and shivers run down his spine, making the hair on his skin stand up.