A Play for the Mad Guardian

*Darkness meets yon cavernous walls, and the stage lights summon the mains glorious night*
A face shadows…and a voice hardens anon this maddened Guardian

“Better that I’m not blind, where flailing would be fatale to the weak necks we carry. Starved, I’m laden to this I admit my ambition to be far more, to see of this world which you haven’t and gloat just the same whilst I’m there…

For this grand purpose of a youth’s sanity, surrounding himself with the great mundane of his life, which as the next in line to be the saviors of mortals I consider myself condemned. Gladly would I respect my genes and those who emote so openly their voids of strength, but this is nay…and as I’m here more and more of my appetite grows to be elsewhere.
*Therein a cruel breeze raises his whine*

Many of my ilk and nest would crush me for a fool, and none but I would curse their short sight of our world. Protect…what should begin as my argument, defending the property and exclaiming this ignorance for which our elders protect. Detail our geography that we’ve seen in visions thanking to our blood, and escalate our training spreading light as always in likeness a show we bear.

His eyes steal over the play, resting his frenzied stare upon the audience

I will as I must, for as long as there is a when I will master this temporary dissention of my ambition. This lackless joy intending, I’ll have myself convinced to build upon this new character I represent…slaving no more as soon as I’ve keeled my peers, striking how I can and thence I’ll leave. But until now…

*Where there leads a distance thrumming, so has Fate come on humming*

\"There is no small amount of romance when I cast my ear, and never-ending my expectation when I lift you from this life. Clandestine…so you hide your thoughts from my oppression, and any seamless explanation is insufficient causing our distrust.

For my faith I cannot remorse where I would not beg. Sinister relief is easier than rejection, sequestered anew in the din of my thoughts. Will you go without, I wonder, in this world alone a stranger to everything and anyone but me? Romance…a young things wish, and education finds it outbound whilst enlightenment expands you…beside them, who no one appeases becoming common with age, after all their learning drowns in boredom and so forces a fate and they’re forced to wait. For me and mine annulling them who’ll never be as you are\".

Raising along his brow our Kindred angers, \"And in what writ have I chosen thee as my savior? Choosing me because I would never choose you, snaring me to your ends I will not flush since I cannot\"?

*The extras pace before the scene, oblivious to the ascending sun*

\"Well then send me straight to Hell the, for it will not willingly be me. And luck you can’t be killed for your daring infection is my madness\".
Fate yawns a wicked grin, and snaps the collar from his grasp.
The kindred stops before he leaves the stage, appearing over the cliff. And as he looks down at the collar only then could he see its purpose was clear.

Panic washes over him as he claws hopelessly, but only could he despair where Fate had tricked him. He screamed in his endless frustration as Fate only laughed. He spoke down to the reduced beggar. This is not your will, as you said, and free will is the benefit of being one of the many. You are now forced to stay within 100 yards of the one you guard. \"Satisfy our trust\".
*And as Fate stood over Kindred the red-curtain fell. Leaving the audience stranded to their own conclusions*.