They've left me. Why do they do that? Tristen, my son, with Ana my beautiful daughter. And now Elise as well. I gave them everything. They wanted for nothing. So why did they leave me? Am I that horrible? Of course I was stern with them. Children need a strong up bringing, especially in this world we live in. Spare the rod, spoil the child. My children were raised to be strong. They have to be. Pure bloods, all of them.
Really, I have been criticized over the years for my views on the pure blood and half breed issues. Do the new generations not see that our old ways and traditions are dying a slow, painful death? And the more lenient my generation becomes, the more we lose our identity. I cannot let this happen. I chose their mothers for a reason. They were beautiful, all of them, yes. And they, like me, were pure bloods as well. Now our children will be the foundation for a whole new generation of pure bloods.
Or so I had hoped.
I must find my son. Tristan is the key to everything. He will be my successor when I pass. And my time is coming, I know this. My scouts have been searching for him with no luck. My personal liason to the scouts and other militia tells me that no news is good news. Paul is a good man and I trust that he is right. I do not sense that my children are in any danger, so we do this the right way. First I must find them. One man knows where my son is. Dirk Stevens will be found and he will be brought to me, no matter what it takes.
My advisors inform me that Mr. Stevens is living in a well guarded estate somewhere in Massachusetts. State of the art equipment is used to watch the grounds. I suppose to keep them safe. But every security system has a fail point. Somewhere, somehow, my men will find it. Once that is done I will find Mr. Stevens' weakness. And then he'll come to me.
Really, I have been criticized over the years for my views on the pure blood and half breed issues. Do the new generations not see that our old ways and traditions are dying a slow, painful death? And the more lenient my generation becomes, the more we lose our identity. I cannot let this happen. I chose their mothers for a reason. They were beautiful, all of them, yes. And they, like me, were pure bloods as well. Now our children will be the foundation for a whole new generation of pure bloods.
Or so I had hoped.
I must find my son. Tristan is the key to everything. He will be my successor when I pass. And my time is coming, I know this. My scouts have been searching for him with no luck. My personal liason to the scouts and other militia tells me that no news is good news. Paul is a good man and I trust that he is right. I do not sense that my children are in any danger, so we do this the right way. First I must find them. One man knows where my son is. Dirk Stevens will be found and he will be brought to me, no matter what it takes.
My advisors inform me that Mr. Stevens is living in a well guarded estate somewhere in Massachusetts. State of the art equipment is used to watch the grounds. I suppose to keep them safe. But every security system has a fail point. Somewhere, somehow, my men will find it. Once that is done I will find Mr. Stevens' weakness. And then he'll come to me.