I take the armor. I didn't expect my life to be like this. This was something I'd never expect in a thousand years. I didn't want this. I never wanted this. Yet... this is what I have. This is who I am. Thanks a lot Man in Moon. Thanks for nothing. I look up. There's a slight hole where I can see him.

"All this time, you lied." I say.

I pull the armor onto me. It feels heavy and cold. I can feel him as if he were inside the armor.

"Some guardian you chose, huh?" I tighten it. 

I'm a prince. I'm the son of Dracula. How messed up is my life? I was trying to kill my father, but he actually killed me. How is that possible? Why? You know what, it's not about why or how. It's happening. 

"I must do this. I don't know why, but I just have to." I take up the sword.

It's the same sword my father used to stab me again. I run my fingers over it. I can still feel the sharpness. I don't think I'll make it out of this alive. It ended in a draw last time. I shudder to think what'll happen today. I'm supposed to be dead. I wonder if death is better than the lie I've been living. But... there's Jamie. 

"Whatever happens, you should only tell the truth after this day." I glare at the moon.

Okay, I'm ready.