After the incident at the ruins, Hector had been taken in by the Elder Astrad, who was the oldest living person in the village. When Hector entered the Elder's hut he noticed a few things, first among those things was the fact that the Elder's Hut was more spacious than the regular house of a villager, this mostly being due to the rank of the elder and the respect of the villagers for this person. The Elder motioned to a small alcove in which sat a small bed and a small closet for whatever belongings a boy might have, Hector wondered why the elder possessed such furniture but didnt inquire, instead, just simply obeying. The Elder gave him a few minutes to get settled and then motioned him to a chair in what apparently was a dining space, in which they would consume their foods.Hector sat and the Elder began to ask him questions * So hector, i want to ask you again what you experienced in the ruins, now i know you have answered allready but while you answer, i want you to look deep within my eyes* Hector did as he was bid and suddently felt himself lose control over his body while the Elder went into his mind, sampeling of the thoughts and fears of a young boy, moving through those thoughts, shifting between emotions and anxiety's until he came upon what he sought, the event as it hapend, seeing it through the boy's eye's as if it was hapening to himself, and so he saw...

The Altar, The Stone upon it, Hector crying out words commiting himself to Darkness, and of all things he saw the stone upon the Altar take shape, obeying a master yet to young to control it, being able to destroy the boy, the devil instead, just disapeared, and then a name flooded through the mind of the boy * GOLAND, SERVE ME* and then nothing, the connection was immediately severed. Hector rocked back and fell off of his chair while the old man gasped for air. This devil, it had sundered the connection between them at the boy's bidding. Astrad was shocked, this boy was able to refuse the will of an elder...but there must be a way to make this of a benefit to the village, but how? he needed to think on that. Hector, this will be enough for today, tomorrow we begin your studies, so go and get some rest. Hector went to sleep, not quite knowing what had hapend. He went to bed and before his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep, but he didnt dream, at least not a boy's dream, he dreamt of Devil's and Demons and of a sweet dark voice calling out to him, from a castle far away, yet not impossible to reach.

The next morning the elder was awoken by a scream, he hurried into the room he had given the child and looked at hector who sat up sweating, his eyes full of horror, it seemed as if he had been fighting for his life last night, the elder could not explain to himself, what was hapening with the child that he would seem so scared, he shook the boy and suddently Hector looked at him * human cattle, your village is next if you do not hand the boy out to me immediately, my soldiers will soon be at your village, and if you do not give him to me, i will kill you all and feast on your souls and your blood, and when that is done, you will join my infernal ranks.The elder gazed on in horror, there was only one being to have such powers as to speak througha human using the man or women as a medium *Dracula* he gasped. Hector fell forward, unconscious. The Elder knew what he had to do, it was either the village or this boy, and by damn he would not let so many die over the fate of one orphan....

The Riders appeared two hours later at the edge of the village, beyond the sight of the villagers, but the elder knew where he had to go, leading the boy who was in a trance thanks to some powders and a few hypnotic suggestions into the woods, he met the riders not far behind the edge. * here take him, it what your master wants* The Rider looked at him and said, that is only one part of what our master wants and the riders all laughed at the villager. * but we had a deal* said the elder* The rider replied, Our Master does not deal with human cattle* with those words the rider raised his axe and took astrads head clean off of his soldiers, hector didnt notice any of it, being in a trance, he was in a world of his own, alone in darkness hugging his knee's while the world and the people he knew, were littereally burned from this world....