The Serpent King and His Thousand-Year-Old Revenge.
Arwin's pale hands skimmed through the pages of the old book on monsters and other of her favourite creatures she used to read so much about as a kid and even as a vampire adult. She knew those scales and the peculiarity in its color seemed too familiar not to go through some of the books she indulged in as a wayward little girl. But she was not really sure, and she had been itching to confirm her suspicions all night and to the point of skipping breakfast here this morning.
She stared long enough at the haggard description of the Serpent King, a mythological creature in their realm everyone still believed was a myth or conjured up by silly authors to make extra silver coins in the book market. She read through his thousand-year-old promise of revenge and thought not to laugh so hard at the ridiculousness. Arwin disposed of the book and rose to her feet from her bed.
