Warrior of Light: follow the sun

By Oliver Green V

This book is not about romantic cute vampires, which popularized the modern society, it is about the evil ancient creatures, fantastic animals and about sincere, freedom-loving, desperate people!
The war between vampires and humans has lasted for two centuries. Vampires are stronger and faster, but they burn up under the sun and afraid of silver, therefore they can't destroy humanity completely.
One day was born an unusual child, named John. The sun doesn't kill him, but on the contrary, makes him stronger and, due to solar energy, his eyes burning with a yellow flame. John is growing, gaining cruelty and hatred of people, but over time he begins to feel that he is a stranger among his brothers, not like the others. He tried to find an answer to his question: what place it occupies in this world?
Case brings him with a human boy whom he decided to save, and after, he met a girl he fell in love with; redheaded, kind, shy Anna, who living in a dying city - Vedentor. She was living in the city where people die from hunger and do not create unnecessary sounds, in order to their city was not found by Valafar - an ancient creature who knows nothing about pity. Under her influence, John gradually begins to realize that humans are not stupid animals as he thought - they're rational beings.
Romantic relationship between John and Anna, two natural enemies of different origin, give rise to extraordinary events - the story of origin of the hero and his brothers, revealing existence of another world, where Dead Riders reign.
From cold-blooded killing machine, John turns into an intelligent being, who capable for love and for help. Affection to the girl and the little boy leads to the fact, that the main character is forced to stand on warpath with the greatest killer - Valafar. Because of the chain of events, John finds out that he's not who he really is; in his veins flows not only the blood of vampires, in his veins also flows blood of the Dead Riders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oliver Green V
• Release date: Mar 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370961788

Oliver Green V

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Oliver Green

Warrior of Light: follow the sun

Copyright 2017 Oliver Green

Illustrator: Elena Skalozubova

Dark times enveloped this world. War between vampires and people lasts two centuries; the both sides are trying to exterminate each other forever. Humanity is weaker than the bloodthirsty creatures, but to this day people could keep a balance and not allow the vampires to destroy themselves and use instead of a cattle. Under the sun the vampires are weak and vulnerable; the sun burns them, and silver sword kills them. This balance exists for many years since the humanity had learned to fight back the cruel beings, but everything had changed in one day when a boy was born. Not a simple boy. He was named John; he was born at sunrise. When the sun's rays had touched his mother-she burned down, but he stayed alive. At night he was found by vampires; they took him. The boy grew; everyone began to notice his force. The sun didn't burn him, and silver didn't scorch him, then the King of the vampires had understood that this child - is a gift for his clan and for him. Soon he transferred John's blood to each soldier, and then the vampires stopped being scared of silver. The sun didn’t burn them, but all the same it was causing strong pain; therefore all of them didn't walk under the sun.

As the years passed, the King brought up the boy as native son; he had taught the boy how to be cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded. Since a smallest years John was forced to fight on a ring; from the beginning, he was killing humans and vampires, and then, alone he was killing lions. His force grew, in fifteen years he easily could kill a black wolf, having in hand only a knife. His eyes burned with yellow flame, he grew up with hatred of people, and he became the best soldier and murderer of whom all people were afraid.

Chapter one.

THE MURDERER WITH YELLOW EYES.

The sun sits down; its red rays were falling on a small lake and wide field, located between wet rocks and an infinite dark forest. On the wide field didn't live any living creature, beginning from various cockroaches and finishing by largest majestic animals. There were neither green grass, nor high dense shrubs; there was only the earth with sickly plants which, apparently, died a long time ago. The dead ground had been covered by stones of different sizes, giving it even more terrifying look.

On one of the rocks it was possible to make out stone windows and doors. In the bottom were a large stone gate, covered with bones and skulls of humans and animals - this rock was the house for vampires. The dark and gloomy mountain pushed away a look of any living creature. The castle hadn't been surrounded with high and thick walls; vampires weren't afraid of anybody coz they were at the very top of the food chain.

At the foot of the rock there lived the most terrible animals - wolves. These animals got this name for a reason. For centuries, the vampires hybridized deadly predators with wolves to get the unique breed. Black wolves were four to five times larger than their distant relatives - gray wolves. All predators had black color of wool, if she-wolf gave birth to a gray or white puppy, then vampires considered it as garbage, and then they were killing all wolf-cubs together with the female-wolf and the male-wolf, to not allow damage of genes in all pack of the wolves. These animals were too fast and hardy; they could pursue a victim for many days or weeks. Their hind paws were longer and stronger than the front paws; thereby the wolves could jump on several meters upwards. Their paws were equipped by deadly claws; it had unique structure due to this, the predators could scramble on trees and even on stone walls. In the dark environment they couldn't be noticed; the animals quickly and silently killed their victim.

Animals had been fettered by thick iron chains which were kept in the thickness of the rock. There were a few dozen; some of them slept on the cold ground while the others were trying to break the iron chains to find freedom, but most of them enjoyed such a life.

From the forest could be heard piteous cries of birds which hid in nests, preparing for the long night. Except of growl of the black wolves near the castle there was a silence; a lonely wanderer, who doesn’t know these places, would think that this mountain is only a lifeless stone where nobody lives, but the numerous empty windows were deceptive. Vampires didn't live in the top part of the rock - they lived under; a lot of deep tunnels left deep into under the ground on tens of meters, where the blood-suckers spend majority of time.

Soon, when the last rays of the sun ran low, the dead gate began to move. The ground began to tremble; the wolves started running from side to side because of fear, trying to break away from the chains. The bare bones on the gate were swinging aside, making a dull sound of blows against each other. After a moment in that area became quiet again. Animals calmed down and began to sniff a smell, which slowly crawled out from the castle; there was the smell of blood and carrion.

Near the gate there were five silhouettes which dragged corpses on the ground. Black wolves began yelling; their jaws had filled by saliva. Five large vampires dragged bodies of people; there were women and men, their necks had been torn and blood-stained. Having approached the animals, one of the vampires had raised the corpse and threw it a little closer to wolf; the greedy predator grabbed the meat by teeth and began to swallow it without chewing. Other animals started howling more loudly, waiting for the turn. Wolves that were much further howled by all throat, hoping to enjoying, at least, by one little piece, but the five vampires, having fed a couple of the animals, headed back to the gate.

Vampires weren't similar to people. Their eyes were completely black - it allows them to see well in the darkness. Because of the poor circulation of the blood, the vampires had white skin color. One vampire was much stronger than three men of human race. They were very fast. The murderers didn't know about mercy or compassion; they were killing without any regret, no matter child or adult man, as a result, both of them were dying by painful death. From the vampire's bite a man wasn't becoming one of them; it or died or survived, if could run away. Only a vampire can give a birth to another vampire.

The vampires stood near the gate and, removing shreds of wool from the black clothes, began to wait for someone. Soon the King approached them by slow steps - he came to admire the Moon. His growth was three meters, and his eyes had black color. On his huge head there were no hair, the skin around his eyes was black, therefore his face seemed too much expressive. His chin seemed sharp due to cheekbones. Sharpened and large ears allowed him to hear flapping wings of a butterfly. He was dressed in black apparel; this dress had been made of human skin dyed in black color.

He wiped from his chin fresh blood by fingers, and then licked it. Valafar, as he was called, looked away from the Moon and sent the gaze in the direction of the forest - there was someone. This someone walked with people, which were tied to each other by a rope. It was John; the tall man with broad shoulders. He was dressed a long cape with hood on his head. His clothes were not made of the human skin, it was made of cloth. Wide belt held gray pants on his legs. His face was not visible because of the hood over his head. John kept a piece of the rope in his right hand; he twitched it all the time, thereby hurrying the poor hostages. Five men and three women obediently followed him. Trail of blood stretched behind them; two men were severely wounded and on the way they kept losing a lot of blood. The King had sensed the smell of blood, and then he directed eyes to the wounded.

’’Hello, father!’’ said John, and then had removed the hood off his head.

His round face wasn't as pale, as other vampires. On his black hair it was possible to notice dense drops of blood. His left eyebrow was cut by a wide scar which went down deep into his dense bristle. Valafar, after looking at the bloody shoes of John, said:

‘’You did everything, as I requested,’’ he said and then touched the people.

The people didn't hide the fear and despair; in addition to women, even men cried. The human race never had seen the King of the vampires, they only knew about his existence, and a meeting with him face to face meant death.

The gaze of hostages had been directed at Valafar; it seemed that this creature could govern the whole world, having so majestic force and terrible shape. The doomed people examined the terrain; they had seen wolves near the castle, the animals gnawed human corpses and quickly were swallowing the meat - that's why one of the women fell to the ground unconscious.

Glancing at her by pale-yellow eyes, John did not attach any importance. He took out a knife and, having approached the woman, coolly cut her throat. She still was unconscious and didn't feel how the huge amount of blood leaves her body, forming a large red puddle around. Then John chopped off her hands, to not cut the single rope with the prisoners. The woman was still alive. Soon she died before had come to consciousness. Two warm hands still hung on the rope, therefore the hostages began to panic and cry even louder.

John glanced at the vampires and ordered them to feed hungry wolves. They began to carry out his order; they grabbed the corpse and dragged it toward the animals. Valafar loved John as son and respected him as the best soldier; therefore he hadn't made any remarks.

John wiped the bloody sword and put it back in a leather case. He looked at Valafar by yellow eyes and asked him to move away from the way. But the King had expressed discontent.

''From the village you have brought only seven, and already one of them died,'' said he.

John, sharply pulling the rope to keep the people quiet, began to make excuses.

''I killed the rest of them,''

''Where are youngsters? I do not believe that in the whole village there was not a single child!'' said the King.

''I do not kill children, if you want them you have to go in there and take this shit!'' replied the vampire.

Again having looked at the people, Valafar stepped aside so John passed.

John went inside. After passing through the gate, he found himself in a large stone hall. The fiery lamps hung from the ceiling; it dimly illuminated the room. The huge hall had stretched away per kilometer; there could easily fit a couple of thousand vampires. On the walls and ceiling had been engraved portraits of Valafar in full growth, but the portraits had two appearance; the look of a three-meter King, and the look of a winged beast. Hundreds of horses stood on both sides throughout the hall - they were tied by ropes. Hammering of hooves and neighing of the animals were sounding on the street and all over the place by heavy echo. Pieces of hay flew across the floor from side to side due to strong draught. At the end of the hall there was only one high pass - John went there with the hostages.

Soon they found themselves on a broad stairs, where on the right side were the stone stairs leading down, and on the left - up. The vampire turned to the right.

Due to the dim lighting the people were stumbling and kept falling. They walked slowly that's why John was angry; he beat them by legs, breaking their bones. Under the ground the air became colder- the people's breath turned to steam. The ice walls had been covered with light frost, which was melting due to the torches that were near. Frequent drops of blood fell on the wet floor, painting the water in red color. The wounded people barely dragged feet; due to the long blood loss their faces turned pale.

Finally the stairs ended, they found themselves in a spacious room where was very dark, and where it was possible to hear cries of people. Small drops of water fell from the ceiling to the floor, making loud noises due to the blows. The ceiling had been shrouded by darkness, so it was impossible to calculate the height. There were a lot of corridors, which had a certain way. The vampire went with the hostages to the corridor from which it was possible to hear crying.

***

Dark forest, the sun's rays didn't fall into the thicket due to the high and dense trees. This endless forest was dangerous. A squad of people made there a stop.

One hundred soldiers in silver armor under the command of Dolan. The man fifty years old, with gray beard, low growth and broad physique. On his cheek he had a broad scar, the commander's armor differed from the other warriors; the silver on it had been crumpled and in some places - broken. On his left hand there were no two fingers, and it was horribly disfigured by burns.

He wandered around corpses, limping and something muttering quietly. On the ground were scattered about twenty corpses; at some of them it was possible to notice bloody wounds on necks from teeth of vampires, but most of them were chopped up by pieces. The commander knew the murdered men, they were in his squad; a couple of moments ago he had sent these riders to scout the way, but now they lie as statues on the cold ground.

The soldiers walked around the frozen puddles of blood, taking away silver swords, knives, arrows, and everything that resembled the weapons. Beside them there stood horses; the animals bowed their heads down, trying to nip off the grass which was covered by blood.

Collect everything you find, said Dolan, trying to climb onto his grey horse.

The soldiers cautiously looked around. Soon from the forest came a loud roar - the people bared their swords.

‘’We should go,’’ by a low voice ordered Dolan.

The warriors saddled the horses and moved away from this place. Few large gray wolves came out of the thicket and began to tear the bodies.

***

In the dark and damp corridor were about hundreds of cages with iron bars - dozens of people had been locked there; men, women and children. Torches on the walls blazed with fire, the air had been saturated by fear. Whispers and cries were heard through these dirty and cold walls.

To this place John had led his hostages. He opened one rusty, creaking door and pushed them inside. The doomed and frightened people obediently sat down on the wet floor, huddling against the wall.

The vampire closed the cage, and then he hung a key on a nail beside the door. He glanced inside, had counted up the people and then went away.

He walked over the long corridor, glancing into the every, as he thought, corral. Most of the victims were caught and transported here by John. The vampire knew every people in face and knew who was from a town or village. When people had seen him, they were hiding into the darkness, trembling with fear; they were afraid up to madness when vampires were coming to choose the victim for slaughter.

In the cold cages the people often fell ill, but vampires did not drink the sick blood. They had been doomed to the most painful and terrible death. Such of the people were food for wolves; the animals tore them to pieces, while people were still alive. Therefore, when the sick people had heard footsteps approaching, they tried to restrain the cough and do not show signs of illness.

Some people became crazy; trying to avoid a terrible death, they were finishing life by suicide, but there were not too much - because not everyone will be able to beat his head against a wall for hours, causing the pain to themselves.

The cages were cramped, there were time when dozens of victims could not even sit due to a crowded room...but now people became good at hiding.

At the end of the corridor there were corrals for children, John stopped beside one of these. Two dozen children of different age huddled to each other, trying to be warmed. Usually these died from the cold faster than adults, so the vampires used eating them quickly within a couple days. For many years of life John killed a lot of children, but with reaching the older age, he had realized that the human offspring do not represent any threat, since then the vampire doesn't touch them; he considered them weak and stupid.

John felt hatred for the whole human race, but he often went away when he had seen how his brothers eagerly had devoured the useless young children. The vampire had no compassion for children - he loathed them because of their weakness and tears; in their age John was already able to kill, and he feared neither pain nor death.

Suddenly someone had called his name; John turned around and saw two friends, who were heading his direction. Two vampires had walked up to John and shook his hand. Looking by hungry eyes to the heap of frozen children, one of them turned to John:

''Will you take somebody?''

John refused and made pair steps back to not impede brothers.

One of the vampires took the key from the nail and began to open the door. The scared children began to nestle against the wall and loudly cry.

The murderer entered the room; he stopped and attentively examined the children, choosing a victim. Little children covered their faces by hands and lowered heads downwards, so as not to attract any attention. Finally the vampire made a choice; he approached a five-year boy who shivered from the cold. The enemy grabbed the child by hand and dragged him out. The boy began to scream and bite, trying to escape from grasp of the vampire.

The second vampire also entered the cage and picked another older boy, which did not begin to resist.

John closed the iron door and hung the key to the place. He stood motionless and looked at the brothers who went with the children; one of the boys very strongly shouted and beat the enemy, then the vampire threw him down and began to drag it by the floor. The second child walked silently toward the death, his tears and shiver did not allow him hiding all the fear and horror which he felt.

John glanced toward the paddock; there stood a black-haired little girl. On her face were tears, but her gaze was directed at the boys, who were taken. One of them was her brother, who had hid the girl to prolong her life for a couple of moments.

When the boys disappeared into the darkness, the girl directed her gaze on John; she looked into his yellow eyes, cried and begged for help. The vampire also looked into her brown eyes. He approached closer her, seized its small hand, and then he pushed her back to the other children, but the girl continued to stand on the same place and to look at the enemy, sobbing. Then John went away.

He had risen upwards on the stairs, whence had come before. He had risen to the very top. There was not as cold as downstairs; the walls in there were dry and in some places warm. Having passed the naked and dark corridors, the vampire had entered into his room.

John was the unique vampire who preferred living on the upper floors, because there was warm, and the bright sun's rays illuminated his room every morning.

The white Moon lit up the room by bright white light. John's room was not similar to rooms of other vampires; his brothers loved to be in damp and cold rooms. In his room was one double bed, but he never slept.

On the grey wall was a picture of the sun. In the far corner there were several barrels filled with water. Huge wooden table stood in the middle of the room, hiding the little void space. Near the bed stood a small box filled with green apples. Floor in that room was covered with dust.

Walking up to the bed, the vampire took off his bloody cloak and threw it on the bed. He wore a brown leather corset. This corset served to protect the torso against impact by a sword. On the brown leather belt he had sword and two sharp daggers.

John had removed the belt and the corset, and then threw it on the bed near the cloak. He approached the window and turned his gaze to the bright Moon, which lit up his face. His eyes were filled by emptiness, he thought about something. From a pocket of the gray pants John took out an apple, had bitten off a piece and began to chew on, enjoying this sweet taste.

He stared at the white light, listening silence. Soon his eyes fell on horses, which ran towards the forest; thirty riders raced to pick up kids from the village, which not so long ago had been visited by John. He watched the vampires until they disappeared behind the trees.

‘’Hey!’’ said someone behind.

Turning around, he saw another vampire. John greeted him and turned away again to look at the Moon.

It was Evan, the fair-haired fellow, with thin constitution. Evan approached the window and also glanced at the greater Moon. Then, John went away from the window and approached the barrel with water; he began to wash off the blood from his hair.

Evan sat down on the bed and began to touch the weapon belt.

''What do you want?'' finally John asked.

''Your father is looking for you,''

''What does he need?'' said John, wiping the wet hair by a rag.

''I don't know,''

Soon they left the room and headed down the stairs.

They had appeared in the cold underground room; the vampires were hearing shouts of people, which came from the long corridor by echoing. Not paying attention, they moved further to other side. On the way they were meeting other vampires, all of them greeted John.

After overcoming a narrow corridor they appeared in hall; there were about hundred vampires. There was light due to many torches on the walls.

Making his way through the crowd of the cruel creatures, John watched their feast. Dozens of human bodies were hanging on ropes. Happy children of vampires were slipping across the bloody floor without shoes, experiencing delight. They ran across the hall, laughed and were cutting veins to prisoners, in order that the floor became even bloodier. Adults always praised children for their aggression and cruelty.

After birth all children belonged to Valafar. Newborns were placed in pools, which day by day were filled by fresh blood - babies were fed by blood. Vampires had no parental instincts; therefore children grew by themselves, and studied to killing since small years to get meal. Boys were becoming warriors, and girls were supposed to incubate children. If a child was born dead or weak, his mother was murdered, and the child was food for black wolves.

The doomed people looked at the feast. The kids came up to them and cut their throats. Filling glasses, they drank this blood in front of the frightened hostages. Due to the still small fangs the children couldn't drink the blood from victims; their teeth were not able to tear meat and reach the cervical artery, therefore each child had a knife.

Experiencing unbearable pain, the prisoners were not able to shout or say something. They could only watch, feeling the cold that slowly enveloped their bodies due to the blood loss.

Males fought among themselves, showing force to spectators, who had crowded around them. Their snow-white fangs pierced each other, leaving ragged wounds. After the deadly battle the winner could choose five women, which will prolong his genes.

Having noticed John, the women had blocked the way; they were offering him to drink from cups, in order to attract his attention to them. Much of them would like to give birth to a child from him, because John had unique genes. Even Valafar had ordered him to be father and founder of new race, that will have incredible strength and endurance, but John considered himself as the warrior, and didn't want to choose other way, despite all the requests of the father.

Having noticed John, the bloodied boys were approaching him to express the respect to the warrior on whom they wanted to be like. They held his hands, not allowing make any step. John raised them on hands and was glad to see their happy smiles. The kids touched him, smearing the blood on his face.

Soon John went further, and the children began to feast again.

Through some time they arrived on a place. On the doors there was engraved portrait of Valafar in full growth, near the entry there were four guards. Glancing at John, the two of them began to open the heavy door. Soon he entered the hall of the King. Evan had stayed to wait outside, not having any courage to enter after his friend.

Valafar was sitting on a large throne; the throne was built from human bones and skin. In his hand he held an iron cup, from which from time to time he drank a red drink. Beside him there were boys, who were taken from the children's cage - they were lying on the floor and they were dead; on its bodies could be seen deep and bloody wounds.

Behind of the throne there was a pool. Beside it, near the wooden columns, were people; their hands had been fastened by a rope behind. Tens of the naked men and women were unconscious; the deep cuts on their feet were filling the pool by fresh blood.

Besides the King in the hall there were eight more vampires, who quietly stood near Valafar and drank blood from cups. John could not identify them, because they were from other places. The strangers had other color of eyes - with a red shade. The vampires whose King was Valafar wore only black clothes, but the guests were dressed up in different ways.

''Come here,'' said Valafar.

John approached him. The strangers carefully had examined him.

''What do you want?!'' reluctantly asked John.

''Where is your respect?!'' got angry Valafar.

Then John bowed to father and had asked, what it wants, but already in other tone.

Valafar pointed to the guests.

''Our guests came from far away - from the east coast. They approve, that I do not have a fighter, who would be able to survive on ring with their warrior more than ten minutes''.

John had directed sight at the guests, and then at father, not understanding what he wants. Valafar rose from the throne and approached son.

''I want you to fight with him. You have to kill it!''

After that the guests grinned.

John looked at them, whereupon they stopped laughing, seeing his menacing look.

''Well, choose someone else, why me?'' said John.

Valafar, taking a sip from the cup, said:

''Because you're the best,''

''What will I get in exchange?'' asked John.

Then one of the guests, having made a step towards him, said:

''We brought about fifty people; a winner will take all of them''

''You should agree, lately our cages is half empty! We need this award!'' Valafar said.

Then John directed his glance to the side of the pool, where there were half-dead bodies, and then, looking at the boy's corpses, he said:

''So what?! I do not bathe in bloody pools,''

Valafar grabbed his shoulder by huge arm and whispered in his ear:

''If you agree, I'll do everything you want!''

''I want nothing from you,'' without thinking, replied John.

He removed the father's hand from shoulder and, asking forgiveness, headed to the door.

Valafar could not contain his rage; he threw the cup against the wall and shouted that he will find someone else.

***

''Self-satisfied fool!'' could be heard the screams from John's room.

To say that he was angry, Yes, because he did not like when he was forced to do anything.

Evan stood in the hallway, he did not dare to