Starry Skies

I was lying there staring at the starry blackness above me. What am I doing here? I've made a terrible mistake.1


I rolled over onto my side, staring into the dying fire of the camp. Around me lay my three friends and traveling companions, all of which had a true purpose in this journey. A cool midnight breeze smoothly flew through the woods where I lay, carelessly brushing my dark red hair onto my face.2

On the other side of the fire was my friend Rachel. She was a talented artist who held a positive outlook on life and never once had a bad thought cross her mind. She was the ultimate role model for anyone and the world would be so peaceful if everyone was like her. Rachel was a bit mysterious at times, but I felt like I could trust her with my life after a while.3

To my left was Charles, a blond haired blue-eyed angel from the pits of hell. He came from the same place I did, a slave plantation called Cot. He’s very much a simpleton and I believe he has a future in the place where we are all traveling. Going to the capital of this strange world was an honor for some former slaves, but I believe that Charles just isn’t a slave like me. I think he’s something more… like the missing prince. But he’s just a better human being than I am and he always will be.4

Opposite of where Charles slept was the most mysterious person I have ever met in my whole life. Dmitri was an odd human, if he could be called one. His raven black hair never shone in the sunlight, and his beautiful black speckled eyes were a world wonder. Despite his pretty appearance, Dmitri could be sour to me to no end. I even wonder why I put up with him sometimes. We’re just so different. Despite that, I’ve gotten one or two hints that he really cares about everyone in the group… including me.5

And last but not entirely least would be myself, Natty. Rachel has provoked me at times about my past in Cot, but she leaves me more confused than ever. I don’t believe a vampire like me could have the essentially kind traits my traveling buddies do because vampires are always discriminated for what they are. Nobody at Cot knew me for who I was and nobody cared. That was the way I grew up, but now that I’ve been pushed into an entirely new world… I want to change so I could blend into everyone else. I always wanted to camouflage into the woodwork and never be seen, but I’m not so sure that I put myself down for that reason.6


I lay there, facing the dying glow of embers in the early hours of morning. Watching the starry skies above begin to lighten steadily hour by hour, wondering what my purpose was in this new and different life. I’ve made such a terrible mistake by choosing to leave Cot. I finally closed my eyes and fell into my dreams, a world where I knew who I was.