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Chapter 2

He looked around. The blinding sun burned his eyes through the trees
leaves. His mouth was dry, and he barely could move his heavy feet. He
totally was exhausted. Then, he saw them. Tombs. Tombstones. One "his"
was his name: "Dragguul Zepesh, Beloved Son".

That meant very little to him, so he decided to examine other graves.
There were plenty, and all of the same family - Zepesh. "Vlad Zepesh, 1st
Age before the Omen", "Marianne Zepesh, 2nd Age before Omen"... Wait.
What does that mean - ages..? Somehow he knew, that there were only one.
One, when he was born. Vlad name sounded familiar, and he decided that
it's his father's name.

He returned to his own grave, trying to recollect his old memories, but
to no avail. He turned away from the hole he dug but then stopped. No, he
definitely missed something. He descended into the hole and began to dig
until he saw his own coffin. Inside, there was a silver box. He
recognized it. Inside, he found an ancient letter:

"Dear, beloved son!
I have no other ways to save you, forgive me. When you'll wake, we'll be
dead already - holy forces of inquisition are on the march to our keep.
We have gathered everyone, but as you know, we aren't warriors. Only your
father knows how to hold the blade, I pray for Gods that his magic will
protect us!

But I cannot risk your life. I have you a potion that sir Xolthrindar
made himself, per my humble request. He said it will make you look like a
dead, for a while, but then you'll wake up. If we'll survive, you won't
see this letter. But if you read it... it means we are dead. You should
sleep long enough for our enemies to leave, and this is only a way I may
hide you. Calling us abominations, they'll spare no single life, should
they prevail. I'll bury you, and you'll sleep until it's all over.

Forgive me that I did it without your knowledge. I know you would never
agree, and you would stay in a fight together with your father. I cannot
lose you both!

Please live, please live for our sake!
We love you!

Annie and Vlad Zepesh."

Sleep long enough. He looked at the tombstones. Indeed, he slept long
enough, or maybe a bit longer.