But I woke up..and was somewhere, again my instincts where with me, was I alive or dead? I turned about and Found I was in a dark Room, with Nothing But Stone Statues. I looked at them, they all seemed to be telling me something by their gestures. Light Came in the stone open windows from whatw as a Full Moon, Then The One Came In. He was wearing robes that skuttled the floor, he carried a staff, and yet he had no face but his body echoed soul. I came before him and he gestured for me to sign the book on the desk before Me.
I leaned down to do so but there was only a dagger no feather quill, no ink. I picked up the dagger and examined the tip, he took it from me and slashed my forefinger open, my black blood welled Up and fell on the book and the book absorbed my blood and as the blood fell over the book, it formed a symbol on binding, a rune..nauthiz They called it, so at the end when no more blood ran and the symbol glowed on the page with an unearthly light all its own, I spoke my voice echoing down the hall and within my ears, "Nauthiz!"
The Statues To The right of me Broke on impact Of My Voice and the spirits of those contained within grew forth, and solidfied in the Hall. The Old Man turned to me and He smiled on me with the Face of Hel. The Book Spun about and about and shimmered into a Holy Scroll, and I Looked up and saw my name on the Scroll..Valkerie Hafvilla~
I looked down and I was clothed in what I have worn ever since. Goathide Boots, a Long fur-lined dress slit on both sides to mid thigh, underneath wool leggings and on the back in both raven's blood and wolven is the mark of my Clan, Clan Gangrel, The Shapeshifting Kindred Of The Wild.
But I am not like any other Gangrel on This Planet. For I was Reborn As Hel's Daughter, she fuels my blood. I have the tools to preform on others the ritual she bestowed upon me, but since they are not the First, their test trial's come before they are made kindred
I awoken then on the physical plane from a Dream..Ah..It was naught but a dream?