"My family has been a part of a curse to keep the magic in our blood alive and well. Should a host not be made the magic will not be replenished and the clan shall die out. the 10th son after 200 have been born must take the right of passage betwen host and Lord. A host.." he stopped breifly to regain breath and calm his shaken tone. "A host must be able to handle all the functions mine can no longer do. The two are linked by a life and inreturn my clan procides a home, food, protection and anything else the host could [ossibly need. The host must be willing toi give thier lives, for without thier life mine will no longer live on. It has been a year since the curse awoken in me, I fear a year is the most I can hope to have left. " sadness spread through hsi voice, he didnt want to die, he had so many ideas and dreams...