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Chapter 1<\/h1>\n\n

Summer 1520- somewhere in the Wallachian Mountains<\/h3>\n\n

Sebastian<\/h2>\n\n
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\u2018Sebastian, you are the great-grandson of Vlad Dracula.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

My great-grandmother\u2019s words kept playing over and over in my head, and I knew that my life was about to change; I felt petrified and very alone.<\/p>\n

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I was only fifteen, and I lived in a small village in the Wallachian mountains, on the upper slope of the River Sl\u04d1nic, with my great-grandmother, Ana, whom I fondly called Gran. I was a shepherd and a farmer, the same as my father had been and his father before him. A normal boy with an ordinary life.<\/p>\n

My dad died when I was five, my mother left us when I was three, I never knew my grandmother, and my grandfather died a few years back. At one time, there was also Uncle Aaron, my dad\u2019s younger brother, but he, too, left soon after my dad died, and we rarely heard from him anymore. Gran said he went to London to make his fortune.<\/p>\n

I hardly remembered Aaron, only his dark blue eyes \u2013 my eyes, my family\u2019s eyes. He used to read me stories, stories of warriors and princes and a land far away with castles and
rivers where everyone lived happily ever after \u2013 a utopian land.<\/p>\n

As hard as I tried not to, I often wondered what became of my mother and where she might have been. Sometimes at night, I thought I could still smell the scent of rosewater and lilies on her long, blonde hair that brushed my cheek as she kissed me goodnight. I used to think she was a fairy princess. Gran said mum was happy and in a better place.<\/p>\n\n

All I had left in this world was Gran and my life in this village. I loved this place, our creaky old house, the tall, majestic mountains, the plum orchard, the endless forests I could get
lost in, and the green pastures. But nothing made me happier than the smell and the sounds of the woods, where I would read books. Gran always laughed that a bear or a wolf might show up one day, and I wouldn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n\n

The day started like any other. I woke up at dawn to the sound of Gran cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The aromas drifted into my room, and I had to go check it out. I was fifteen;
I was always hungry.<\/p>\n\n

As I expected, Gran was in the kitchen, but she was no longer cooking. She was sitting on a stool at the kitchen table, looking at something in her hands that I couldn\u2019t see. She
turned around and softly uttered the nine words that would
forever change my life:<\/p>\n

\u2018Sebastian, you are the great-grandson of Vlad Dracula.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

For a few moments, I stood frozen to the spot, looking at Gran\u2019s lovely, weathered face. I heard the words, but I couldn\u2019t comprehend the meaning. I laughed, convinced that she was joking.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Indeed. I am a rich prince, and I must check on my many castles now,\u2019 I said, still laughing, but a feeling of impending doom was slowly creeping up my spine.<\/p>\n\n

She shook her head without a word, confirming the dread that I felt; it was not a joke.
It wasn\u2019t possible! I found myself shouting, \u2018Nu! Nu e adev\u04d1rat!\u2019 My voice suddenly broke. \u2018My great-grandfather was a hero. He died in the war, fighting the Turks,\u2019 I protested.<\/p>\n\n

Gran appeared to have suddenly aged and shrunk. \u2018In a way, that is true,\u2019 she replied quietly, \u2018but there is a lot more to it, and it is time for you to know the truth.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

The extent of this revelation suddenly hit me. Was I related to the man thought to be the Devil himself? If so, what did that make me?<\/p>\n\n

She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her. \u2018No, I don\u2019t want to hear it! It is not true; it cannot be. You are making all this up. Why are you doing this to me? Why now?\u2019<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Because you are in danger, and you need to leave now. You must go to London and find your uncle,\u2019 she said.<\/p>\n\n

Without realising, I continued to shout, \u2018I won\u2019t hear it, and I am not going anywhere! I\u2019m fifteen now, and there is nothing you can say or do to convince me otherwise.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

\u2018But Sebastian\u2014\u2019 she started to say.<\/p>\n\n

I ran from the house in a daze. It couldn\u2019t be true. I was just a simple farmer; my whole family were farmers. How could this be? I walked without thinking. I needed to get away from Gran, from everything, and gather my thoughts. I loved her so much; how could she say such things to me?<\/p>\n\n

It was the middle of the summer, and the sun felt unbearably hot on my skin. I unexpectedly felt sick and stopped. I hadn\u2019t even realised that I was crying. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn\u2019t stop the flow. For the first time in a long time, probably since my mother had left us, I felt very alone. Gran had always been my rock, the only person in the world I could trust\u2026 until now.<\/p>\n\n

I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and turned to look at the old house that Gran said had been in our family for generations. Or had it? Maybe it was all a lie, a figment of her imagination.<\/p>\n\n

Dazed and still crying, I continued to walk without looking, past the plush, green fields where the cows were now sleeping under the trees, and past the river where I used to paddle every summer after finishing my chores. I kept going and going until I reached a place called Focul Viu, where fire came out of the ground, and no wind or snow or rain could stop it\u2014it was the reason it was called The Living Flames.<\/p>\n\n

I was afraid of this place; there were dark forces here, and Gran never let me come near it. She once told me a story that had been passed down for generations. It said the village people once built a well with water so cold and tasty that it would heal any ailment. But a dragon made his nest there and prevented people from reaching the well. No one had the
strength to fight him. Hundreds of red eyes swallowed the breath of any mortal, and through his nostrils, the dragon cast burning flames.<\/p>\n\n

One day a boy from the village decided to fight the dragon and he did so for two days and two nights until he took the dragon out with a final blow. When the dragon gave his last breath and his spirit left his body, flames came out from his nostrils, shooting up to the sky. The trees lit up, and the sky blackened. The spirit of the dragon had remained in the place ever since, and the fires still burned night and day.<\/p>\n\n

It was starting to get dark. I had been gone all day! At that moment, I realised that I had to know! I had to know the whole truth and find out who I really was. My entire life might have been a lie, but not anymore.<\/p>\n\n

I could see the pale moon through the trees and hear the frightening sounds of wild, nocturnal animals. Gran would be worried about me, but I didn\u2019t care. For an instant, I imagined never going back, just going and going, maybe all the way to the Black Sea. Perhaps I could get a job on a ship and never have to come back here, I thought to myself. But I had to know the truth.<\/p>\n\n

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When I got back, I found Gran in a panic. \u2018Sebastian, where have you been? I looked for you everywhere!\u2019 She must have read something on my face and nodded, \u2018You are ready to hear the whole story now, aren\u2019t you?\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She knew me so well, and despite the fact that she must have been at least eighty years old \u2013 not that she would ever admit it \u2013 her eyesight was sharper than mine.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Yes, Gran, I am ready to hear it all,\u2019 I said. \u2018But first, you must promise me something.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She seemed almost afraid, but didn\u2019t hesitate in asking, \u2018What is it?\u2019<\/p>\n\n

\u2018You must promise me that you\u2019ll tell me the whole truth, no matter what. I am a man now,\u2019 I replied.<\/p>\n\n

Despite the situation, Gran almost smiled. \u2018Indeed, you are. Do not think I have forgotten it is your birthday in a few short weeks. Yes, you are almost sixteen, a man, as you say, and it\u2019s time for you to know who you are and the great power within you.\u2019 She tried to look me in the eyes, \u2018Sebastian, you must promise me something as well. Promise me you will only use your powers for good. There has been enough evil and tragedy in this family.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She sat down and grabbed my hands. I instinctively took the stool next to her, but I couldn\u2019t look at her. It was perhaps childish of me, but her apparent betrayal hurt me.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018I am sorry I never told you the truth, but you were not old enough to understand. Frankly, I would have waited a few more years, as you might still not understand. Sometimes, I don\u2019t think I even understand it all myself.\u2019 Gran took a deep breath and continued, \u2018I was barely older than you are right now when I met Vlad. He was handsome and the most intriguing man I had ever met \u2013 not that I met many, mind you. And he cared so much about the people and doing right by them. He was consumed with a need to fight the Turks and free his country from its oppressors. I was so taken with him that I didn’t even hesitate when barely a week later, he asked me to marry him. He was the man of my dreams, he was my prince, and he promised we would be together for all eternity.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018I should have known there was a darkness within him, a darkness so deep that it was consuming him. Not many people know this, but he had been taken prisoner as a child by the Turks. What made it even worse was that his father had traded him and his brother in exchange for support from the Sultan. I couldn\u2019t imagine what he must have felt, what it must be like to be betrayed by your own father. Over the years, I often thought of the young Vlad being handed over to the Turks like a human bargaining chip, and the things he must have endured. I\u2019ve heard many stories throughout the years, but I never knew the truth.\u2019 Gran started crying, all the years of pain surfacing as she spoke.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Forgive me, Sebastian, talking about the past is very hard for me. And honestly, Vlad never told me what happened to him; I asked him several times, but he refused to dredge up the past. He used to say, \u201cNo matter how much we want to, we can never change our past, and we just have to accept it.\u201d But sometimes, there was such sadness in his eyes and such hatred for the Turks. One time, he told me that to defeat the Turks, he\u2019d do anything, even sell his soul to the Devil himself. I thought he was joking, and I never listened to the gossip. People called him unnatural, evil, the Devil, Nosferatu. I thought, What do they know? They didn\u2019t know him as I did. But now I know that my love for him had blinded me.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

I couldn\u2019t hear the sadness in her voice anymore, but I could almost feel her pain and sorrow; the regret of losing the man she must have loved so deeply.<\/p>\n\n

I got up and took her into my arms. \u2018I am sorry, Gran. You don\u2019t have to tell me any more if you don\u2019t want to. It doesn\u2019t matter to me.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

But she pushed me away with more strength than you might have guessed a woman of her age would have. And she was strong. I was starting to understand what she must have
gone through and the strength it took.<\/p>\n\n

She continued determinedly, \u2018Sebastian, you must know it all. Only once you know the truth will you be able to comprehend who you are and what you must do.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

Pacing the room, deep in thought, she started speaking as if she were talking to herself. \u2018A couple of years after we wed, I became aware of the extent of Vlad\u2019s cruelty. He barely let me out of the castle. I was always surrounded by people. But one time in 1460, I travelled with him to Brasov, which Vlad had conquered a few days earlier. I saw with my own eyes the thousands of men, women, and children whom he impaled. He killed them all and continued to impale anyone who stood in his way! Nobody was spared. I became terrified of him. I didn\u2019t know what happened to the man I married, the man who promised peace.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She took a deep breath and continued, \u2018I started to believe he was enjoying himself; he didn\u2019t only kill his enemies, he slaughtered everyone, guilty or not. I felt helpless, and I feared for my unborn child. After I had my son, Mihnea, I thought perhaps Vlad would change. He had an heir. Blood and murder could not be the legacy for his son, my son!<\/p>\n\n

\u2018If anything, he became more vicious and started saying he was invincible and that the Devil himself would protect him. He claimed that he made a pact with the Devil for himself and his sons and the sons after those. I thought that he had lost his wits and was speaking gibberish, but I was wrong: he had made a deal with the Devil to win against the Turks.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

I saw the strain on her face; she seemed to be getting older and smaller right before my eyes. I tried stopping her again, but she pointed to the stool. \u2018Sit down, Sebastian. I am fine.\u2019 Then she continued, \u2018When I found out I was with child again, I decided to flee. But nobody left Vlad. He said he would find me and take me to Hell with him. And I believe he truly meant it. Then, one day, we were fighting again, and I ran to the tower. Vlad came after me. I was so afraid of him that I leapt into the river below.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018I don\u2019t know how I survived, but I did. I woke up a few miles downstream. Some villagers found me and took me in. As if by a miracle, my unborn son, your grandfather, had also survived. When I was able to travel, I made my way to this village where some of my ancestors had lived for generations. I told everyone my husband was a soldier who had died in the war. Nobody asked me any questions; so many men had died in those pointless wars.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She looked at me as if relieved she had finally told me the truth, \u2018I raised my son alone as best I could. I never saw my firstborn again. I found out some years later that he had died. I would have given anything to see him one last time. I never forgave myself for abandoning him, but I didn\u2019t have a choice. I couldn\u2019t risk Vlad finding out I was still alive. I couldn\u2019t risk him taking my other son, too.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She finally sat down, \u2018I am sorry, Sebastian.\u2019 She took a deep breath, \u2018But this is the whole story. And now you must leave.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

I was stunned and felt a cold shiver running down my spine. The story was too ludicrous to be authentic. \u2018Did my father know?\u2019 I found myself asking.<\/p>\n\n

She nodded slowly, \u2018He did, and so does your Uncle Aaron.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

I didn\u2019t understand why I had to leave. Vlad had been dead for many years. What harm could he do me?<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Why must I leave, Gran? He is dead, and he has been dead for a very long time.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

Gran looked at me angrily then. \u2018Have you heard nothing, boy? He is not dead! He cannot die! He is still alive, and he is now fulfilling his promise to take me to Hell with him. And God only knows what he must be planning for you. You have much power within you, and I know he must hate you for it! He has a deep need to be the most powerful person on Earth. He is evil, and I am scared for you\u2026\u2019 Her last words seemed to reverberate across the room and hung in the air.<\/p>\n\n

This was madness. Surely Gran was getting so old that she believed in irrational things. She must have been delirious, and I needed to take her to a healer and have her checked.<\/p>\n\n

Suddenly, she smiled as if she could read my thoughts, \u2018Sebastian, I know you must think I have gone mad. But I am telling you the truth; he is back! I found a ring on the porch this
morning. He gave me this ring when we wed, and I left it behind when I fled.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

She dug something out of her pocket and slowly put the object on the table. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen, a big ruby surrounded by diamonds and set in gold. The room appeared brighter, as the dazzling stones caught every single ray of light from the candles.<\/p>\n\n

\u2018But, Gran,\u2019 I said impatiently, trying hard not to stare at the ring, \u2018Anybody could have left that ring there. Someone must be trying to frighten you.\u2019<\/p>\n\n

\u2018Nu, Sebastian. Nu in\u0163elegi. There was also a note. It said, \u201cI have returned to keep my promise.\u201d It\u2019s him.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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