I had recently heard of a man known as Ghoastblade Elfshad, I also heard that he was quiet rich but his mansion was well guarded. I also heard he went away for business matters, and well with me being a shapeshifter it should be easy to make it look like he came back early.
I�ve seen very many paintings of the man so it would only become that much easier. But I began to think about the other rumors I heard, the one s that weren�t information I asked for but things that I should know. This person called Ghoast wasn�t your average everyday person, no not at all, he was a vampire, but yet he didn�t even look like one. He more looked like a Drow that seemed to be the shade of a dark greenish color. But how could this be, I wondered. The Drow moved on long ago off these plains, I didn�t even think any of them stayed around. Sometimes when they were seen they would be lynched on the spot and save the questions for later� Yes humans have a very cruel way of getting rid of their problems but such a bad way for trying to get information� Morons! So for him to have Drow even in his bloodline would be near impossible.
I knew the Drow moved on, I was there when it happened. Another thing that I took into consideration was the fact that at times it was said he had the mouth and snout of a wolf, in all possibilities he could be a Drow from back then and his life was prolonged for some reasons or he was just a mere child left behind. But the thing that had me the most worried was that he had Vampiric blood along with the chance of being a Drow and strangely enough maybe a Werewolf. Even though the Vampires and Werewolves hated each other with a passion. So I�m ready to throw out that thought but I knew to be prepared for the worst. If I was smart I would have just passed this up but there was too much to pass it up, money, jewels, and many other things beyond your wildest dreams.
So then the next night when I had his form down I decided to head to the mansion known as Reale. The place was quiet creepy, almost had a ghostly present to it. But I must not show any fear, for then they will know that I�m not the man that I claim to be, but in fact an imposter. We couldn�t have that now could we?
So I walked up to the front gate and met a man dressed in blue and a shiny metal badge on part of his shirt that read Reale guard.
�Well hello there milord how are you this fair night?� said the guard.
� I�m doing fine but I did take a few bumps to my head and I cant quite remember the layout of the mansion, could you get someone to show me around and maybe refresh my memories.� I said in response.
�Sure sir I�ll have someone come right to the gate.� He said as he walked away and pulled out a communication device of some sort, theses were just being made before I was labeled as an untouchable and thrown into a cell.
�Elaine can you come out here to the front gate?� There were a few moments of silence then he continued speaking �Its Ghoast� Yes he�s back early� No I didn�t ask why but Tristan isn�t with him, he doesn�t have a chip on him either� yes the chip that allows him to keep his memory for a while longer. So it seems that he has lost some of his memory of the mansion again, could you show him around� Ok I�ll be sure to tell him you�re on your way.� The guard puts away the device �Elaine is on her way and should be here in a matter of minutes. Why don�t you go smell the flowers, sometimes they help you regain memories.� He said.
After seven minutes passed a lady came up to me I could feel the Vampiric blood coming from her. I look her over; her hair was fine, long and black. The eyes burned with a fiery crimson color. Considering my outfit I could expect hers to not to be to uncommon, Black leather jeans and a no sleeve black shirt covered by a leather jacket and an anarchy symbol on her necklace. This must be the person I was waiting on.
�Hello there to you, can you remind me who you are I�m having such a hard time remembering things right now.� I said,
�Hello sir it�s me Elaine, but just call me Lain. I understand you lost your chip again. Guess we will have to show you around the mansion.� She said.
I replied, �Alright lead the way Lain.�
After some talking I could tell that these two had some type of special relationship at one time, whether it still existed or just one sided I couldn�t tell. We were brought to an enormous room. It had treasures all over it but there was one thing that caught my eyes. �A Faygo can? Why would I have one of these in such a room?� I said.
She replied, �You had some certain fascinations over it. But sir while were here, why were you home so early and where did you send Tristan to?�
I thought for a moment and realized Tristan must have been a bodyguard or the equivalent of my driver. � I sent him for a beer run.�
I said and she responded, �I see well any other treasures catch your eye?�
I began to look around then I saw a golden shard of something, could it be what I thought it was, I rushed over to see what it was. To my surprise, it was. �I can�t believe it, I thought this was just a myth.� I said with great surprise.
She paused and seemed shocked for a moment. �Sir I�m sure you wouldn�t have forgot this, you brought a shard of it with you. You ended up getting your first one handed down to you, and the other you won actually. The prize was a shard of the triforce, we aren�t sure which part it is but it is indeed a shard of it. The one that was given to you, and you took, was part of the Triforce of Courage. Speaking of which, what happened to the piece you took with you. And you still haven�t answered me, why you are home so early.�
I replied, �I�m not sure, I must of lost it. I can�t remember, as far as me getting home early, I�m not too sure, I believe we got done early.� She responded � I see, lets get you some rest sir, I�m sure your tired now after you�re trip and everything.�
Another person, a young boy came and led me to my room. I�d figure I wouldn�t look around much, because the trip around the mansion was actually quiet tiring. Right before the boy left he saw I wasn�t who I claimed to be. This Ghoastblade had a mirror of truth in his room and the boy knew who I was now because of it. I can�t trust a child; he would blurt it out no matter what I offered, and the kid must be dealt with�