Bela of Barovia
Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 4:14 pm
Sorry this post is so short. I'll write more as soon as I think of what happens next. Any comments are welcome.
As dawn rose on the city of Krezk, Bela woke with a start, covered in sweat, eyes wide. His nightmares had come again last night. Bela wished he could better remember his nightmares, for he believed that buried in those dark visions might be clues about his past.
Bela could remember nothing about his life prior to what brother Lazlo guessed to be his 2nd year. At that age he had found on the steps of the Sanctuary of First Light with nothing but the bundle he had been left in, and a small slip parchment with his name engraved upon it. The parchment did not include his surname; possibly because his parents feared he would look for them should he have any lead. Bela had no surname; he had refused to take one until he discovered the identity of his parents. For the time being, he was just Bela.
There was one thing Bela could recall from his dreams, blood, fresh, flowing blood.
As dawn rose on the city of Krezk, Bela woke with a start, covered in sweat, eyes wide. His nightmares had come again last night. Bela wished he could better remember his nightmares, for he believed that buried in those dark visions might be clues about his past.
Bela could remember nothing about his life prior to what brother Lazlo guessed to be his 2nd year. At that age he had found on the steps of the Sanctuary of First Light with nothing but the bundle he had been left in, and a small slip parchment with his name engraved upon it. The parchment did not include his surname; possibly because his parents feared he would look for them should he have any lead. Bela had no surname; he had refused to take one until he discovered the identity of his parents. For the time being, he was just Bela.
There was one thing Bela could recall from his dreams, blood, fresh, flowing blood.