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Vampire Story - The Day of Death
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
A certain old man was traveling to the city in anticipation of starting a new life. Everything he owned was tucked safely into his pockets and the knapsack on his back, his load light.
By and by he came across an ugly witch who was locked inside a beautiful golden cage. "Release me and I will give you but three wishes, old man," she begged.
Being the kind-hearted soul that he was, he released the witch - not expecting her to give him anything. Without so much as a 'thank you' she had vanished down the dusty trail leading away from the city, leaving the old man with more questions that he wanted to ponder.
That night he was able to secure lodging in the village, then he headed off to enjoy one last meal while pondering his future. Over a quaint meal of roasted hen and blackberry tart, he played with the "what-if fantasy" regarding the witch he had released on the trail today, and the three wishes she had promised him. Were they valid? The only way to find out was to use a wish, and the old man wasn't quite ready to do that. No, he needed time to consider what he wished to wish for.
Perhaps he could wish for a kinder world - one that was full of merriment rather than unending pools of sad trouble. Perhaps he could wish for wisdom, for it was a noble wish. And once he was wise, he would know how to spend the other two wishes, he reasoned.
Well, there would be plenty of time to ponder his wishes. Besides, he was almost fearful to learn if he really had three wishes or not. As long as he didn't use them, he still had them - whether he had them or not.
As to his immediate future, he held no worries for the kind innkeeper had offered him a wage for puttering around the inn, the earnings meager but sufficient to sustain his rather plain lifestyle. So tomorrow he would begin anew, then decide what to wish for in the coming days.
As the old man threaded through the back alley leading to his quarters for the night, a robber sprang out of the darkness, a sharp-looking knife stuffed into his hand, a hand that looked strong enough to crush ten fine hens.
"Give me your money, or give me your life," the robber ordered, making haste as his eyes appeared to dart about through the shadows of the evening.
"Oh please do not harm me!" the old man blurted out, bringing both hands in front of him as he pleaded with the robber. "I am very old. And I am not a man of substance. My pockets are as empty as my hands."
"Then I shall have your life," the robber decided, moving forward with the knife.
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