My consciousness was immediately restored in the phylactery when the twin circle was activated, it was strange, it was difficult, I had hardly anybody except for that piece of heart, I had to sleep so as not to consume all that blood that filled the orb.
In this situation there were only two possibilities, either the orb was discovered and someone tried to forcefully open it, which would destroy me, or the prophecies and spells recorded worked and when the right time came I would wake up.
I had centuries to sleep and dream, although deprived of form the dreams were strange, they were not really dreams, I was watching my life pass by.
The night was cold in Ireland, our tribe lived in a village with houses made of adobe, straw and wood, we had heard how other rival villages had been attacked and massacred, but that did not worry us, it would only serve to have more territory for our cattle.
On that cold night I was not fulfilling my duties watching the cows, I was behind some rocks fucking Raila, the daughter of the chief of the tribe. I had a wife and children, but that didn't matter to me, Raila wanted me and I gave her the best of myself.
The screams traveled through the air with the clouds, it was fear, it was pain, the village was being attacked, I pulled up the cloth that served as a skirt, dressed and taking the rough axe I ran towards the village. One thing is that I was unfaithful, and I slept with any woman who let me get into her hot, and quite another that I didn't love my wife and my children.
I ran like a savage, the first enemy I saw surprised me, it was not human it was a hairy and terrible being like a wolf, but that walked on two legs, it was busy slitting the throat of poor Eli, one of the old women of the village, and it didn't see me coming.
I jumped from the top of a rock with the axe tracing an arc straight to the head of that monster, and although the head opened like a melon, this was only the first of many of those beings that I would later learn were werewolves that I faced.
But a human armed with a crude axe could do little against those supernatural beings, they soon wounded me in several places, and only when the claw of one of them pierced my guts was when they gave me up for dead, they didn't really kill me because after a kind of alarm howl they all began to run away.
When they moved away a little I came out of my faint and managed to get up a little, I could barely crawl through the ruins of the village with most of my guts outside my body. It was an inhuman pain, but greater was the pain of seeing my friends, my lovers, my family dead and torn to pieces.
I lay dying on some rocks when a strange, cold being, wearing elaborate clothes that I had never seen before, came up to my feet. He looked at me, half amused and half pleased. What the hell was that son of a bitch laughing at?
At that moment, a few drops of his blood that came out of a cut on his wrist touched my mouth. I was disgusted by the act, but I could do little to turn my head with the strength I had left. However, as soon as the first drop fell on my lips, it was as if I had been given life back.
"Tell me, do you want revenge? Do you want to be the sword of justice? Do you want to serve me for all eternity?"
I nodded with the little strength I had left, and at that moment, that man brought his wrist to my mouth and I drank with thirst and eagerness. The next thing I remember is the pain, the inhuman pain that ran through my insides, that corrupted my sanity, and finally, before falling unconscious, my heart stopped beating.
When I woke up it was night, but I didn't know how long I had slept, the simple light of the stars bothered me, my skin felt cold, and when I tried to get up I almost crashed into the walls on the other side of the hut where I was, around me were the dried corpses of five people, I didn't know them and by their clothes they must have been from another clan or tribe.
I was horrified and surprised, I had never felt so much strength in my body, I didn't expect the serious wounds to be completely healed and what was more terrifying, my heart wasn't beating, but I had no difficulty in controlling every cell in my body, every muscle and sending that overflowing blood that was inside me to every part of my body.
When the door opened and the man who had saved me came in I felt fear and apprehension, however he spoke calmly, he spoke for hours, about what I was now, what I had become and what mission I was going to have in that man's plans.
I was a soldier, a warrior to face that legion of werewolves that had invaded the island. The man handed me a kind of metal armor and a sword with a blade made of silver-plated metal. As soon as I touched the blade with my finger, I knew that this metal could harm me, but more importantly, my savior told me that these bastards were even more susceptible to metal than vampires.
A minute later, in the old hut, we were five victims of the werewolves, five warriors who had seen their families and villages destroyed. I could see the amulets and clothes of some rival clans, but that was no longer important, at that moment only revenge mattered.
"I have given you the power to take revenge, the power to rid your island of this plague forever, it is up to you whether you survive and whether you deserve the great gift I have given you."
I remember being amazed at how well that man spoke the ancient language of the island, a language even older and rougher than Celtic, the Gaelic that would come later. Never in my life had I heard stories of wolf-like beings until the moment of the attack. I did not feel the reverential fear that would later be established in many civilizations towards vampires. I did not know what it meant to be one, I only knew that with the strength I felt within me, I could ravage the world.
Furthermore, I was the last of his litter of awakened ones, but even so the oldest of us had not been a week old as vampires. At that moment I did not understand anything about that dark world, I had no questions, I just wanted to kill those wolves.
At the time of my death and after many wars against the werewolves I could see how the power of their blood was diluted, the wolves began to be able to control themselves, even the full moon was only able to force their transformation, but at that moment their blood was so pure and their strength such that despite our previous meager battle in our villages we had not really seen anything about those other beings of the night.
We advanced throughout the night, so fast and swift that we were only trails in the middle of the forests, when the first ray of sunlight appeared Lakar Ap Dum, the oldest of us, wisely guided us to a nearby cave to take shelter from the painful rays of the king star that we could now see face to face only a few times in our lives.
On the third day we finally reached the pack of werewolves, there were only six of them, only six beings of the shadow were sowing chaos in our land, indiscriminately killing our families, and being the focus of the anger of neophytes with unmatched power.