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Crimson Petals: Vlad the Impaler's Gentle Echoes
This book is written by Someone who has been protected and visited by Vlad the Impaler since age 2. I am that Someone. My name is Amy called Emmy by My immigrant GrandFather or Katha by My older immigrant relatives. What I write is the…
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…Then, I felt it. A warmth, like the sun on my skin, spreading from my chest outwards. I opened my eyes. Prince Vlad was there, his gaze filled with a fierce, protective tenderness. He extended a hand, not to touch me, but to hover just above my forehead. A wave of calm washed over me, a silent reassurance that I was not alone, that I was, in his ancient eyes, worthy. He showed me a vision of myself, older, standing tall, the shadows of the past no longer able to hold me captive. The crimson petals, this time, were a vibrant cascade, a symbol of a future I could, perhaps, build for myself. He was my shield, my silent guardian, a whisper of hope in the echoing halls of my despair.