• Scotland - 412 AD

    Fergus MicAlister paced the great hall waiting for his father. He had just awoken and hated that the old man did not try to awaken him eariler, then he had found out from whispered word of servents that he had slept for three day. He had do discover what on earh had happened to him that night. His brother and two brothers walked in. His father sat calmly in a chair across the room, ith boh brohers on either side of him.
    "Father Ye have nay awaken me in three mourn, why? Ye know i dislike to rest a day away and yet ye seem deturmaned to let me." Fergus said "it is already nigh and ye had just went to yer chambers!"
    "Brother get a hold of yer self, Father was jus looking out for yer best intrest. Ye have become one of them, the blood sucking demon that have cursed our land for to long." Th older of the two said
    "Aye Brother, Samule is right. Father wants nothing then what is best for ye. He had no idea ye would sleep for that long" the youngest said
    Their father stood "Now that ye have awoken i shall tell ye qiukly. I never knew ye would turn, tought ye were stronger, but nay. I can nolonger allow ye in this house in dangering our clan, our children, yer sisters and mother!" he shook his head "ye would hate yer self. So leave this clan, this house and ne'er return, or ye will be killed"
    Fergus already angry shook with furry "ye will regret this ol' man. I swear apon my eternaly damned soul that ye will regret this and any our yer children will slowly wither away until the name can nolonger spread. Until i be the only son of MicAlister left" and with that he left.