Vampire mountain loomed ahead as Mr. Des Tiny strolls forward with his heart shaped watch in his hand. Breathing in the night air a sinister smile erupts on his face. "Nothing like some good ole chaos."

"Halt! State your business!" The guard commands with a glare.

Mr. Tiny fixes his glasses with a wide smile. His yellow teeth gleam as he speaks. "Just here to deliver some news. Send word to the Princes would you?"

The guard thumps the ground with his staff, signalling something in the shadows behind him. "Malkah! A message for the princes!" He shouts.

A sound akin to nails on a chalkboard resounds in the night as the Messenger climbs down from her hiding spot. "That's me, Sir. S-sorry," She clears her throat. "What's the message?"

Tiny takes in her general appearance. "Tell your princes that a new prophecy is beginning to form. I am sure they would be interested to know what it is since it does involve them."

"O-of course Sir. R-r-right away." Knocking on the door behind her, Malkah waits as it opens enough to let her in.

Everyone in the dining hall stops and turns as Malkah shuffles in. The Princes turn their attention towards her as she bows. "My Princes, it is Mr. Tiny. He says there is something everyone wants to know about our future."

It becomes silent, the only noises coming from shifting bodies and the thumps from the paws of wolves. Malkah the Messenger- or Measly depending on who's asking- holds herself steady as every vampire in the hall gazes upon her. "He says he is bringing news of the future."

An uproar begins and every vampire starts talking loudly. Some looks towards the Princes, others shiver with fear. Curiousity was in the air, making every vampire seem like a wild animal. Whenever Mr. Tiny comes everyone knows it to bring news of devastation and destruction. The vampires voices sound scared or worried with a hint of excitement. 'What do you think he came for?' One asks a companion.

Said companion shrugs. 'I dunno. I bet it's not good. He never brings good news.'

The Princes share a look as they rise. "To the Prince's hallway! Now!" Mika yells.

They begin walking to the room with a trail of worried vampires in their stead. As they walk closer to the doors Paris notices the crumpled forms of the guards. "Mika. Look."

Rushing forward Mika slams open the door to reveal a smirking Desmond Tiny. Mr. Tiny is sitting on the throne where Paris Skyle is known to sit at during meetings. "What is the meaning of this Desmond?!"

Mr. Tiny leans forward, smiling while looking at his heart watch. "I have brought all of you maggots a prophecy."

Mika growls as the man crosses his legs. "Get on with it!"

"Mika, Mika," Tiny chastises with a tsk. "You know what happens when I'm rushed. Things slip my mind."

Leaping Mika grabs Tiny's collar in his hands. "Listen you god damn bas-!"

Paris appears next to Mika a puts a hand on his shoulder. "Please Mika, you must calm yourself. You know he is right."

Snarling Mika drops the conniving bastard of a man down. Mr. Tiny straightens out his jacket and dusts it off.

"Where were we? Oh yes, the prophecy you came to me for," This brings out enraged shouts of denial.

"In two hundred years a Vampire Queen and a Vampaneze King will appear once more. They must fall in love or the entire Vampire and Vampaneze clan will be destroyed by each other in a fit of madness! The two will meet and join together, upon copulation a new breed of vampire will be born. They will be called The Revenants. But if no child is born after, the wars will begin and tear everything apart as you know it." If possible Mr. Tiny's insane smirk grows even wider.

'What do they look like?'

'Who will we know when we find them?'

'How many times do we have to bring them together?' Paris asks over the yelling, his voice strong against the others.

Mr. Tiny laughs and holds out five gnarled fingers. "This many times. Be wise on how you use your tries, the apocalypse waits for no beings."

Mika turns out of the hall, fury in his eyes. "Where are you going dear Mika? I thought you loved hearing my prophecies. Your brother loved them so!" Desmond calls out.

The black haired prince doesn't give him a reply, he keeps on walking forward, his large fist tightening. Mika slips out and sits on the edge of the mountain most vampires called home. He sighs and looks up at the night sky. "Prince? Whatever is the matter?" Malkah the Messenger asks.

Her eyes seem in fear of the larger vampire but her body creeps closer. Mika turns and grunts. "None of your business child."

"Child? My Princeling, I am about as old as you." Malkah laughs nervously, sitting herself next to the vampire.

Mika looks back up to the sky. "Then I'm sure you heard the story of the Vampire Queen and The Vampaneze King. A classic tale."

"I have. Would you like me to repeat it?" Malkah questions.

The wind picks up, moving the Mika's hair from his face. Malkah catches a glimpse of a scar on his face. Entranced by his features she didn't notice when he replied. "If you feel the need too."

Malkah clears her throat and looks out onto the moonlit valleys, the story already leaking back into her mind from a long time ago when her father told her. "When the very first vampire appeared she was called the Queen, simply because she was to be the first of the vampires. Mr. Tiny had created her from the very same DNA wolves have. That is why we are commonly flooded with our furry friends, because to them we are a pack," Malkah glances at Mika and feels her ears grow hot as he looks at her. "Mr. Tiny didn't want to rule the vampires so he set the Queen in charge of everything. She was a wonderful leader but lonely as most monarchs are. So one evening she left her chambers and ran. She didn't care where she went she just...left. Until she met the first Vampaneze created. He had just went out for the night to feed and didn't know vampire blood was poison to him, like children they didn't know there would be repercussions for sucking the blood of each other. He attacked the Queen who in turn fought back in retaliation. Blood poured and some landed in the Queen's' mouth. Disgusted she vomited until she was weak from the loss of nutrients. The Queen Vampire was too tired to move from her losing her stomach. She waited for her death until she found the Vampaneze's lips were connected to hers." Malkah looked at Mika, unsure if she should stop or not.

"You may continue." Mika tells her, gruffly.

"He told her that he was lonely because there were no others like him. And when he saw her he couldn't help but to feel the loneliness disappear. He helped her up and together they walked back to the Queen's home. There the two continued to live together, content with each other, never asking for more. But Mr. Tiny got word of it and he was displeased, these two clans were never suppose to meet. If the two combined then a peace would spread through both tribes that would rival Pax Romana. So he formulated a plan to separate the two like the sly man that he is. Since the two refused to drink human blood they were satisfied with animal blood, far less people were hurt because of it. He started to remove the animals and destroy the only food source they had. Then he decided to let a human child wander into the mountain so the need to feed would be to unbearably strong."

"The Vampaneze was the first to break." Mika cuts in, his eyes closed as he gets absorbed into the story.

"Yes. And he suck the child dry, nearly killing him. The Queen was devastated and vowed revenge on her lover. They had made an oath never to harm the humans and he had broke that. Like it was nothing." Malkah grits out, showing her displeasure on the matter.

Mika looks at the woman's jaw, noticing it when it tightens. "The Queen ran off to find Mr. Tiny who was waiting for her. He gave her everything she needed to kill him and set off. For years the two fought until the Queen finally killed him with her blade. That was when Mr. Tiny took his heart and made it into his watch. The Queen didn't understand why he took the heart of her lover, she was too broken up about his death. In his final moments he whispered he loved her and the Queen sobbed, weeping on about her regrets. She killed herself by drinking her love's blood."

There was a pause as Malkah looks at her hands, evident she didn't want to finish the story. "Are you going to finish it?" Mika asks the woman, hearing her quiet sighs.

Malkah nods her head and wipes her face with jerky movements. "The child that had been bitten didn't die though. He became the Vampaneze Lord only a few ranks lower than the King. He saw the Queen kill the King and roared with rage, you know once a person is bitten by a certain type of blood drinker they are now their servant for life. Without a leader most of these bitten fellows go mad. Of course the Lord went insane and this sparked a deep hatred between clans." Malkah finishes off.

She scoots next to Mika for comfort and curls around him, weary of what he might do. Mika awkwardly puts an arm around her, feeling the woman shake with unspoken terror. "I do not wish to die simply because our two clans never found peace. Tell me Mika, what should we do?"

"We train and we defend. When the prophecy comes true we will be ready to stand beside our Queen. No matter if the outcome is good or bad."

Malkah looks at the Prince's blank face and sighs. "Good or bad." She repeats.