It all began with one of the first wars of the series of Vamp & Lycan Wars. During this war a Vamp woman fell in love with a Lycan man. This love couldnt be known though or else they would be killed. Their love produced a child of whom they did not name because if they lost him in the war then it would not have truly died without a name. Eventually their love was found out and they were hunted by both sides. The mother was told to run with the child while the father tried to hold back both Vamps and Weres but lost his life. The mother ran and ran until she found a cave to hide the child in until it was safe........unluckily for her she was found and killed while the child was still hidden. The child stayed there for several days hungry and cold until something picked it up and carried it away. The child awoke several hours later next to a fire and a tent. The figure picked up the child and held it. The child had no idea who or what this was all it knew was that it was in no harm. The thing seemed to radiate a feeling of safety. This thing cared for the child for months until the child was able to talk and move. He asked all kinds of questions including what are you."Me....i am a half breed like you and my name is Slain." "A half-breed" the child questioned. "Your parents were half Vamp and half Lycan like mines" "Oh" said the child. "So what is your name young one" Slain said.
"I.....I...dont't know" said the child. "Well how about i let you name yourself" Slain said. The child liked this idea. Slain was a nomatic musician who played everywhere and taught the child how to play eventually. "I want to teach you a song" Slain said to the child "Ok" the child replied. This song was called the Twilight melody. Slain began to explain that this song was made for half breeds like us and it explains our life of having to be stuck between light and dark, Vamp and Lycan. The child loved this song and played it everyday. After the child was old enough to call himself "adult" he decided to leave. On his leave his "provider" Slain gave him his guitar to keep and said" You know what to do with this now use it and your training and you will prevail and by the way i did come up with a name for you...it is Redspyda because it was my grandfather's name" he smiled and said "I'd rather be Slain like you" "Okay and there is one more thing i must tell you before you leave and that is as a half-breed you will eventually become Lycan or Vamp but you must choose the lesser of the two curses because the in-between will kill you if you stay with both the powers of a Were and the powers of a Vamp."
"I will make my choice later....just not now" And with that the new Slain said good bye to the older one.
15 Years Later- I am that child....I am Slain....I am Redspyda......i have not chosen a side till this day and dont know if i will. This is worse than any curse bestowed upon Vamps or Lycans this is far worse to where your own curse rides on your shoulders. One day i'll choose but until then i remain in between
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