The young man sat in a corner, shackled. His skin was cut and bruised from the beatings and whippings, and his red eyes held a look of utter defeat, as if he did not care if he lived or died. In truth, he didn't; he had only watched as his people were massacred like sheep... only watched as his parents were murdered... only watched as the kingdom that would have been his own was conquered. But it hadn't been conquered by the vampires... it had been other humans. He'd witnessed barbaric acts, and now, it seemed, he would never wish to see another human again.