The War Of No Hope

Every tyrant has to start somewhere. Especially the most terrifying and violent ones. This is the story of how one became one, and fell from grace at the same time...

Book 1 in the Chalson Chronicles. All rights reserved. Cover designed by Literia Lia.


3. Hidden Powers



Screaming. It woke me better than any cockerel ever had, causing me to jump out of bed like a startled rabbit. Especially since it was my screams. Even after all these years, I still wake up screaming for my family to run.  I'm extremely lucky to be survive the attack, as were my parents. But the new ruler and the Great Sickness soon took them aswell. I'm the only one left now. And a great family representive I make too. A loud knock on the door echoed through the bare apartment, surprising me. Pulling on a thin jacket, I headed to the door and opened it.

"What do you want?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"It's...Xela. He's...been...caught," the boy at the door panted heavily, "He'"

Shit. I bolted through out in to the street, all tiredness being replaced by worry in a split second. My surroundings flashed by as I ran to Gallow Square, pain gripping my chest. I had to reach him. I just had to. The cells were soon looming towards me as I raced towards them. Averting my eyes from the gallows themselves, (damn my weak stomach) I sprinted in to the cells and began looking frantically for Xela. Guards soon surrounded me and began to try and push my out, but I had already found what I was looking for. He lay in the closest cell, groaning with pain. Pushing the guards away from me, I rushed to my friends side. He turned slightly to face me and a flash of happiness entered his eyes.

"I knew you'd come, Opeh," he whispered. My tears dripped on to his blood-stained shirt, like rain on fire. I slipped my arms under him and lifted his body in to a cart that stood by the door. He wasn't dying here. No fucking way was he dying here.

"What are you doing?" one of the guards barked at me, moving in to stop me. Suddenly, it all became to much. I raised my now free hands towards him and fire spat from them, clinging to his thin clothes. He was soon squirming on the floor as my flames engulfed him. The other guards hurried to his aid, but they soon joined him on the floor. I just turned tail and ran for my life with Xela. Oh shit! What in the name of Saulaf had just happened? Since when could I do... whatever the Hell that was?! I didn't stop until we reached my apartment, not daring to look behind me. My clothes were soon a bloody mess as I lifted him out of the cart, the tears still falling like a waterfall. I can't deal with another death. He had to survive. He just had to.


A sudden noise. It ripped through my dreams like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, causing me to jolt up. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, my breathing ragged. I could try and tell myself it was only a dream but I knew better by now. Even after all these years, I still wake up with my mothers dead body floating through my vison. Throwing away the blankets that covered me... Wait, I don't remember covering myself with blankets. Or going in to my bedroom. Shit, whats going on here? A sudden noise disturded my puzzling, making me jump up. It had come from the kitchen. Xela was in there. I poked my head cautiously round the door, somehow fearing what I was going to discover. Xela lay on the floor, barely breathing. The blood was dry but still as gruesome as it had been yesterday.

"He won't survive," a voice echoed round the apartment. I whipped round, startled by the intruder. He stroked his long, black beard, his eyes taking me in. A floor-length, midnight cloak swished around him as he approached me. Bloody hell, he scared me half to death!

"How do you know that? Who are you?" I questioned, stepping back a step for every step he took towards me.

"That's not important. The guards, they poisoned him. But you can save him. All you have to do is come with me," he said, his brown eyes fixed on me and me alone. I shivered, but not out of cold. I didn't like this. Not one bit. But, if it would save Xela...

"Why? Why should I come with you?" I questioned again, determinded now to get some answers.

"Because you want him alive. I can heal him, but I need something in return," he sighed, clearly getting impatient. So was I to be fair.

"Well then, heal him for the love of Saulaf!" I was nearly screaming at him by now. We're losing precious time, time that could keep Xela breathing.

"Not untill you come with me," he replied cooly, his muddy eyes burning through me like a poker in a fire. The man turned to towards the door, gesturing for me to follow suit.

"Promise that you'll heal him?" I muttered. There's no way I'm going anywhere with the guy unless he promises.

"Promise. Can we go?" he sighed. I relucantly followed him out of the door and in to the pouring rain, glancing over my shoulder to look at Xela. He was perfectly still on my kitchen floor. Before I could tell if he was still breathing, the man had pushed me through the back door and in to a alley. His eyes locked against mine as he transformed. The muddy eyes and perfect mouth were gone; In their place was golden globes and fangs. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

 I tried to scream, but no sound came out. A evil smirk crept across the vampires face as he sauntered towards me, fangs bared. Without thinking, I lashed out at him, my fist colliding with his face. He didn't even flinch. Shit. His laugh rung in my ears as he moved closer still and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the cursed bite. But it never came. To this day I don't know what actually happened, but when I did open my eyes again, the vampire was lying dead at my feet, a stake sticking out of his back. A boy about my age was standing over him, blood cascading from his hands.

"Your welcome," he snapped at me, pushing his ginger hair away from his face. I just stared at him. Did he really just kill a fucking vampire? How did h- Xela! I pushed passed the boy and sprinted as fast as I could back to my apartment, rain dripping off me like beads of sweat. He shouted after me but I didn't listen. I burst in to the kitchen to find him still lying on the floor. Dead. My legs gave way under me and I sank to the bloody floor, tears avalanching down my face and violent sobs filling the air. He can't be dead, he CAN'T be dead! I was vaguely aware of the boy standing in my doorway, but I didn't care. Nothing could stop the tears now that they were free. A outraged scream echoed around my head and fire flared up out of my hands. My room was soon nothing but flames, but I reallly didn't give a shit. I kind of wish that the vampire had got me. Maybe it would of been better.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm, yanked me out of the door. I screamed, tears still streaming down my face, but they didn't let go. I was pushed roughly in to a carriage and the door slammed in my face. The window was cold against my hand as I banged on it, screaming to be let out. The horses began to run, but that only intestenifyed my screams. As the apartment disappeared from my sight, my screams turned to whimpers, tears begin to stream down my face. Crap, I must of broken a record for the amount of crying I've done these past days. The hatch in the front of the carriage opened and a mop of ginger hair poked through.

"Have you quite finished?" the mop asked, exasperated. I just sat in stunned silence. I'd just lost my only friend and he had the flipping nerve to ask me if I was finished grieving? My hands flew up to the mop and yanked it hard. It screamed in pain, but I didn't stop. He deserved every freaking punch he got. My fist connected with a nose, blood spewing all over my hands. Blood. So like Xelas last night. I slumped back in my seat and stared out of the misty window.

"Thanks for that. You're being taken to a place called WinterBrook Academy. I can't tell you anymore, but everything will become clear when you get there," the mop said sternly, showing no expression. It was only then that I recongise the voice as the vampire slayers. I shot him a look, but didn't stay anything. He just sighed and closed the hatch again. That was how we stayed untill we arrived.


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