In a small town of Anlaska, a miracle child was born. Vance, a child made from a forbidden love of a mere human and an arcane bloodline heir was born.
"He sure is a pretty boy isn't he, Lance" Oddete smiled while swinging Vance on her hands
"He sure is, Odette" Lance nods while agreeing to Odette.
"Have you decided what to name him?"
"Let's name him after my late great grandfather, Vance"
"Welcome to the world Vance"
A child's cry was heard across the night.
A month after, Odette, Vance's mother, tragically passed away due to the forbidden love. Lance as a single father raise Vance alone.
2 years after Odette's death.
"Oh my... You're taking your first steps, if only your mother is here to witness this" Excitedly said by Lance while tears of joy is flowing from his eyes.
"Your blue eyes are like your mother's"
2 more years after Odette's death.
"Father, may I go outside to play?" Vance asked intrigued.
"Yes you may, but don't go too close to the village" Lance answered worriedly.
"Don't worry father, I'll obey you"
While playing in the woods, A Hunter found Vance
"Are you lost little boy?"
"No I'm not mister"
"Okay well then, be careful when you play here, I heard a man with his child whose a monster was living near here"
"You're talking about me and my father" Vance answered coldly
The man runs fast as he can
At noon, Vance gone home
"Father, a hunter saw me earlier and said bad things about us"
"A person found you?" Lance asked worriedly
"Yes..."
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET CLOSE TO THEM"
"I didn't, he got close to me" Tears flows while Vance answers his Father
"I'm sorry son, I didn't mean to scold you but... We have to get out of here"
Nightfall comes and they're about to leave until a group of people with pitchforks, torches, and spears come to their way.
"WE HAVE COME TO EXECUTE YOU BOTH, WE'RE DONE OF THE MISERY YOU'VE BEEN GIVING TO US"
"Misery? We've been living in here for more than 6 years and we barely go to the town"
"Don't fool with us monsters!, people! Throw your spears at them!"
"You darn fools, you don't know who you're talking to, I the heir of arcane bloodline vanish you all at once and no one will get hurt"
"DON'T BE FOOLED BY HIM, BURN THEM!"
Lance set out a flood of blood out of his wrist while Vance watch him.
He wiped his blood flood to the people and drain their blood one by one.
They made their run after the blood drainage event.
"That's why we don't go near people Vance, they're cruel and merciless"
They journey through the continent of Anlaska to find a better place to live.
As they travel, Lance train Vance day by day.
Lance, aware of the curse passed by making love with mere mortal gave all his best to teach Vance the art of blood combat.
Lance taught Vance Blood Dance, a technique that drains own's blood to pierce blood to enemies and draw back their to refill owns lost blood
"First you concentrate on releasing a flood of blood from your wrist, it may hurt a little but it is a necessary technique passed to our bloodline so listen and watch closely"
As Lance performs the technique, Vance watched closely
"Now it's your turn"
Vance concentrated and releases a lot of blood out of his wrist and perform blood dance to a wandering deer
"Nice, you're good as me my son, you did it in first try"
"Thank you father... Father"
"Yes?"
"I've observed that you've been quite weak these passing days, is there something wrong?"
"You see... Your mother and I have broken the boundaries between our bloodline and theirs, we can't make love, but one day, the gods have agreed to our relationship and that's how you're born, in exchange for your life they have to take our lives, your mother died first and I will be next in the next 2 years so stay strong, I have to teach you more techniques I know as soon as possible"
Tears flows into Vance's eyes as he listens to his father's story
"Don't worry father, I will master every ability you will teach me and carry your legacy"
"After all, after I die you will inherit the arcane bloodline and be the next heir of it"
"Me?, doesn't our bloodline have any other members?"
"Im afraid we're the last after your late great grandfather's execution made by the villagers of Außest"
A year later
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lance, aware of his impending fate, knew he had to impart the last of his knowledge to Vance. In the quiet clearing where they had sought refuge, Lance began the final chapter of his teachings
"Vance,"Lance spoke with a quiet intensity,
"Our bloodline possesses ancient techniques, dormant powers that can be harnessed for survival. It's time for you to inherit these skills."
"The first technique, Crimson Phoenix, ignited the blood of anyone touched by its fiery embrace."
Lance demonstrated, conjuring ethereal flames that danced along his fingertips. Vance watched in awe as the crimson blaze enveloped a nearby tree, leaving it unscathed but marked by an otherworldly glow.
"Remember, Vance, this power is both a shield and a weapon. Use it wisely,"Lance cautioned.
"Next came Blood Blade, a technique that allowed the executor to shape a deadly katana from their own blood."
Lance, with a focused gaze, drew a thin line across his palm
As the blood flowed, it coalesced into a gleaming, crimson blade. Vance marveled at the fluidity of the transformation, recognizing the potential lethality it held
"This is your weapon, Vance. Crafted from your essence, it can cut through both flesh and illusion. Respect its power," Lance instructed.
"The final technique, Refill, demanded a sacrifice."
Lance explained how it allowed the executor to draw upon the blood of others to replenish their own
Vance, absorbing the gravity of the skill, hesitated
"It's a double-edged sword, my son. Life for life. Use it only when absolutely necessary," Lance emphasized.
In the following days, Vance practiced diligently, mastering each technique under his father's watchful eye. With each crimson manifestation, Vance felt the weight of their bloodline's legacy pressing upon him
As the final rays of sunlight vanished, father and son stood united, their bond solidified by the transfer of knowledge that would shape Vance's destiny.
This is the finally year of Lance to be with Vance, his life is in it's aching stoop and will end near
Under the looming shadows of towering trees, Lance's weakened form trembled as he struggled to maintain his composure
Vance, ever attentive, sensed the gravity of the moment
"Vance," Lance whispered, the weariness evident in his voice,
"The time has come for me to leave this world. But you, my son, must forge ahead. Find a place where our bloodline can endure."
Tears welled up in Vance's eyes, a mix of grief and determination
"Father, I can't bear to lose you."Lance placed a hand on Vance's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile
"Listen carefully, my son. Our legacy rests upon your shoulders now. Seek a secluded land, far from the prejudices of man. Let the whispers of our bloodline guide you to a place where you can thrive."
With his last breath, Lance uttered a solemn plea,
"Protect our heritage, Vance. Master the art of blood combat, and let the arcane bloodline flourish in a sanctuary you'll create. Remember, strength lies not only in power but in the wisdom to wield it justly."
As Lance closed his eyes for the final time, Vance felt the weight of responsibility settle upon him
He gently closed his father's eyes and vowed to fulfill his dying wish
In the following days, Vance, now alone, embarked on a quest to find a haven for their bloodline
Through thick forests and across vast landscapes, he sought a place untouched by the ignorance and fear that had haunted them before
Vance's heart echoed with the teachings of his father, propelling him forward into the unknown.