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Whispering voices speak from the past. What do they want? No idea. Icicles hang from the roof of the cavern. The young elf looks up at them with awe in his eyes. Little did he know, that would be the last those blue eyes would remember for a long time. Raven shook his head as he came back from the flashback. He looked around only to find himself in the library of the mansion in which he had lived for what seemed like an eternity and could have been. He stayed there with one of the masters of the night, a vampire by the name of Khaphier. (Pronounced Sha-fee-air) Khaphier was kind and almost the exact opposite of the stereotypical vampire, in fact, Raven had never seen him take a life before. Raven sighed and put his silky black hair up. "Why does the past have to daunt me..." His deep voice wouldn't be heard by the other in the mansion as it was daylight and Khaphier found his rest at such time.