Chapter 15: Waking Up

As I slowly regained consciousness, my surroundings came into focus. I found myself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, my body strapped securely to a bed. Panic surged through me as I attempted to move, only to discover that the restraints held me in place with an unyielding grip.

My heart raced as I tried to make sense of my situation. How had I ended up here? The last thing I remembered was the intense battle against the elite vampire guard and the cataclysmic explosion that had followed.

Memories of the fight flooded my mind, but there was a significant gap in my recollection. I couldn't remember any moments of how the fight ended. The last thing I remember is that I was about to have my head cut off my torso.

As my mind grappled with this inexplicable gap in my memory, I began to piece together my surroundings. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls adorned with strange, intricate symbols that I couldn't decipher. It was clear that I was not in the vampire kingdom anymore.

Questions swirled in my mind, each more perplexing than the last. How had I escaped the kingdom of vampires? Who had brought me here, and for what purpose?

My thoughts turned to the vampire guard I had faced in the castle. It had been a formidable opponent, but what struck me as odd was the fact that my mother, the vampire queen, had allowed him to confront me in the first place. If she was indeed my mother, as she claimed, why had her own elite guard attempted to kill me?

The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit together, and doubt gnawed at me. Had I been betrayed? Deceived? Or was there a larger conspiracy at play, one that extended beyond my own understanding?

As I lay strapped to the bed, my mind whirring with questions and uncertainty, I realized that I needed answers. I needed to escape from this unknown place, to uncover the truth about my mother, the dagger, and the world I had been thrust into.