ZYON POV
When I was little, I used to be told by my mom that my dad had died while I was a baby. I had believed all those lies she plotted to have me not ask many questions until I began school and I was insulted otherwise by the dhampirs who heard stories from their home.
In those days, while I was dumb, and was convinced my dad was a hero who died in a battle, I never got to see him and grow up under his protection and pride. All I wished for was to be able to revive him. Woke him up from his coffin, and made him proud of me, but unfortunately, he doesn't rest in a coffin. He was very well healthy and living an adventurous life that didn't involve me or my mother.
I didn't hate Mom for lying to me when I found out the truth about myself, I knew she wanted to protect me, and so she be
