SILVER-HAIRED-Chapter 156: The Tale Of The First Magical Vampire {4}

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Young Nicklaus stood before the border of the Realm, the center of it all, before him was a long thin line reaching the heavens with heavy dark clouds, the thin line glowed like strings in a straight line showing an opening, the rest of the environment was nothing but a dark forest, quiet as the ocean but the dark clouds brought in clamorous thunder that shock the earth.

Nicklaus took a long look at it before sauntering towards the border, the thunder became louder and louder but he didn’t faze. He wasn’t so sure if he gets to the border he would be able to locate the library, the border of the Realms was like a center gate created way before time itself, a representation of the Realms in the universe, going in he would just go to any Realm of his choosing, but he wasn’t so sure he would be able to locate the Holy library.

Although Alaric said it might be possible because he was chosen to be the first and the last to encounter it. Putting that aside the Holy library was not tethered to the other Realms, there was no anchor leading to it, going in there now was just a hunch.

Nicklaus stopped in front of the border, his emerald eyes fixed on it.

"Are you lost, boy?" At the sudden voice he snapped towards it. Seeing an old man with long beard and hair, milky white, his clothes white too and jewelry graced his neck, seeing the ornament Nicklaus realized what it was and its meaning.

This man must be the Handler, an ancient being tasked with the duty of guiding anyone through the border to whatever destination they wanted to be, although some magical beings possess abilities to portal to other Realms, some Realms were not able to be located except they use the border.

The old man sips his tea, he sat beneath a tree inside a pavilion, like a picnic was lay out there and, the land in which the pavilion was on... was in a circle format and the grasses was the greenest of the all, at the edge of the land was a stream with lotus flowers on then, it was a wondrous sight, he might be a Handler spending eternity in this forest but he was sure making the best of it.

Nicklaus walked to the old man but didn’t cross over to the pavilion, he shall make his request and the Handler shall grant it.

"I’m not lost, for I have come here seeking to find the Holy library, Handler" at his bold and fearless words, the Handler spilled his tea, coughing. Nicklaus cringed at the sight.

His gray eyes meet the young boy who has just started the impossible, and then he burst into a pearl of laughter, it echoed in the entire path.

"What’s so funny?" Nicklaus asked through clenched teeth but the damn old man kept laughing.

"What are you saying boy? The Holy Library? Who put such fantasies in your head" he said in amusement. "Now boy go home, if you don’t have anywhere else to go to" he added, going back to sipping his tea, this kid must have strayed too far from home and came and asked for the impossible. How long has it been since someone said those words to him?

"I’m not a kid," Nicklaus said, irritated before pulling down his hood.

"I see you’re a vampire" the Handler said observing him, Nicklaus stern eyes on him. "Still doesn’t change the fact that you want the impossible".

"The Holy library only appears to those chosen, right?"

"Yes it is as you said and no one... no one has been chosen for a thousand years, now go away" he waved his hand as a signal for him to get out.

"Try me"

"What did you say?" he was caught off guard by his words.

"I said try me"

The Handler gave Nicklaus a prolonged look, there was something he couldn’t quite place about this young Vampire, his looks and presence radiated something he had never seen before, could he be the ONE?

"Come over here young one lemme see you more closely" he motioned with a finger, his eager brown eyes on the boy who caught his interest.

Nicklaus passed the mini bridge before walking to the pavilion, he stopped just right at the table.

"You know not everyday someone comes here and demands for what you just did. Many have sought what you came for and I have told them the same answer, so many of them that I have lost count... tell me young Vampire what makes you think you’re different"

"I have never felt the same as others... I have never been put in the same level as anyone, I’m told I’m great because of a grace my ancestors rested upon I and my siblings, my people are told not to make contact with us because we are consider a treasure"

"And you hate this?"

"I dislike it because they have assumptions of us and expectations but I have my own curiosity I must see to and I do not want to hindered by mere grace, yes a grace, but what have that grace done aside than isolate me from thing I wish to grasp"

An interesting young lad he was. "What do you want to obtain?", curiosity got to him once again.

"Power" the thunder stroke clamorous at his answer. The Handlers eyes narrowed at his words.

"Power so that I may take my people to a world where we do not feel indifferent, we deserve to have a Realm and a place where we are just us... I feel the circle of a Vampire is not complete not until we have obtained infinity, I choose to seek that for not just me but my people’’

"I see"

"Tell me Handler will you take me to where I have request... for I believe the answers I need and the power I wish to obtain are within that library"

"You strongly believe you will find such answers there?"

"Yes for a sprite have enlightened me of that path that I must follow, tell me... who is one who does not follow his fate"

"What’s your name, boy?"

"Magnus", the thunder struck once again.

"There was an order that was given to this border centuries ago, from time to time several lines of fate were engraved here and then there was a particular one" he said.

"What did it say?"

"It says ’Heed my words Handler a boy shall come disguised as a simple root but shall rise in darkness and light’. A boy" he states. "Tell me are you that boy? For I see darkness in you but yet so subtle"

"I do not know if I’m the one your order speak of, I have only come here to acquire something"

"Here only for your centered goal I see" he mused. "One game with me boy and if you win I will take you to your Holy library", with a wave of his hand a Shogi board appeared on the table.

"Show me Magnus... how great you can be"

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"The elder vampires do not only isolate us but they breed us in terms of different knowledge, even the Handler himself could not keep up with me in Shogi," Nicklaus said, stroking my hair.

"So you won then"

"Yes I did... but the Handler was a cunning one... even as stunned as he was that someone was able to win against in such a game,"

"What happened?"

"It wasn’t in his ability to take me there so you see... it remains with the fact that I have to the chosen"

"Cunning old man!"

Nicklaus laughed at my outburst as I faced him with angry eyes. "Now let me continue my love before you haunt the Handler in his dreams"

I rolled my eyes.

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Nicklaus and the Handler stood before the border after the game of Shogi. "The gate to the Holy Library will only open to its chosen" he states.

"Wish I didn’t play Shogi with you because it was a waste of time," Nicklaus said, slightly angry but he did not show it.

"Nonsense! Everything has a meaning... although you won 5 times in a role I think I need to improve my skill" he said, this young Vampires definitely was the simple root, because no one had ever won him in Shogi, it was impossible. "How about another game after you have sought what you need."

In silence Nicklaus walked to the border but then he came to a halt facing the Handler. "What happens if I don’t get to the gate?"

"Then you cease to exist... it is said if one does not make it towards a goal, there is no meaning to it. The rest lies with you Magnus" he said sternly.

Nicklaus fist clenched hard as he faced the border. "I cannot die here... not now" those were his words as he stepped into the light.