Blood

As I opened my eyes, I saw a girl with red hair, of course the gray that was called red. Apparently, she had saved me. I stayed there for many days and got to know her better. Although she looked around my age, 19 years, but she was actually a centuries-old vampire. During those days, we talked about our lives and shared stories. She had lost her family and went to a witch to get a potion for quick and painless death, but the witch gave her a potion that turned her into a vampire on the night of a full moon. She said she had a special power to control her emotions, and all vampires could turn their emotions on and off with their mental power.

She continued and said that she had done this in a period of her life, but regretted it after turning her emotions back on. Therefore, she lived alone in a secluded cabin for many years. She had done extensive research and heard about the person who had the black violet curse hundreds of years ago. He had the ability to transform himself into a dragon with his own will and imagination, and he lived his life as if he were had a different character in his mind. She said maybe I had the same ability and if I meditated and practiced, I could achieve this power. However, it had no effect, and I felt more discouraged.

On the day my physical condition improved, and I was ready to leave, she told me something else. She said if one day I destroyed the black violet flower and broke the curse of myself and this world, I could ask for her help. She would give me the power to control my emotions so that I could be free of the feelings that would come after that incident. I thanked her and headed for the mountain she indicated.