Chapter 6: The Owl of Undoing

He dressed again, drawing his long gray coat around him as if it were some sort of talisman. Downstairs, he found Caleb dressed in street clothes, enjoying the TV. He was so engrossed in what was on the screen that he didn’t even notice Vlad come in.

“This is exactly how our enemies will overtake you.”

Caleb started. “Holy llamas! What is wrong with you?” 

“Holy llamas? Caleb! Have you forgotten that you’re a supernatural and not a sim? Have you lost…lost…” Vlad trailed off.

A commercial for some inane TV show called the Unparalleled Windenburg Baking Show was playing. Some man in a garish suit paraded around a serene country kitchen. Mortals frantically whipped batter in bowls and glanced at the clock while socializing and being overly friendly.

But it wasn’t the contest that caught Vlad’s attention, it was the prize. To anyone else’s eyes it looked like some ugly owl sculpture.

To Vlad, it looked like the sages hadn’t done such a great job at removing powerful magic items from this realm after all. 

He tilted his head, examining the screen, trying to remember the story about the sculpture. He didn’t even look at Caleb. 

“Get out,” he said simply.

A few hours later…

Vlad turned a page in another book. It was the tenth one he had looked through. The dining room table was covered in papers, random notes, and piles of heavy tomes he demanded Caleb bring upstairs. He had been at his research for what felt like days. There were no windows in the room but Vlad was sure the sun had come up and gone back down again multiple times.  

“This isn’t working!” Vlad yelled to no one in particular. 

He turned the page. The entry didn’t look quite right, but he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t what he was looking for. He made a note and in doing so, broke the end off of yet another quill.

He sighed. He had learned to write with a quill and ink at the age of five. It was his grandfather who taught him. King Connas Straud had happily stepped down to let his eldest son rule and was delighted to spend time with his grandchildren.

Vlad’s father had not been so kind. 

“Does no one produce a proper writing instrument anymore?” Vlad shouted, again, to no one in particular.

He looked down at the broken quill. Was it the manufacturers or had he simply forgotten what a light touch they required? It was important for Vlad to remember who he was—to keep traditions alive. Every day he was met with another example of those things fading away—of change wiping the slate clean of everything he ever felt mattered in the world.

He reached for another book: The Elder-most Manuscript of Myths and Creatures. It was one of the oldest in his collection. The spine was brittle with age and cracked alarmingly as he opened it. Inside, he could see that bookworms had made a meal of the vellum: tiny holes dotted each page. The book had been the abbey’s proudest possession.

It was one of the things he saved before he set the place on fire.

His conscience barely prickled at the thought. By the time Vlad returned to Windenburg, the monks had become a greedy and heretical bunch, sacrificing the poor in the town square in hopes of warding off vampires and other “evil” creatures. The fire had been his gift to the townspeople…after he fleeced the monks for every treasure they owned, of course.

He carefully began to look through book, running through story after story. Just as he was preparing to give up, an entry caught his eye: “The Owl of Undoing, mystical secret as told to Nicolai Flamellius.” or, as they wrote it in Vlad’s day: “The bird of the night of undoing, mystical secret as toldeth to Nicolai Flamellius.”


He laid a hand on the page gently, his touch almost reverent. He could nearly recall the story without reading it—something about a petty feud between gods and goddesses leading to the Fates constructing the feathers for the Owl of Undoing out of the same threads they used to weave the outcomes and probabilities of the world. He knew the trick about the feathers:

The Fates wove the threads backwards so the feathers could not create states, conditions, or natural laws, only undo them.

But Vlad wasn’t worried about that. He didn’t need the feathers to do something, only to undo something.

There were rules, of course. They were laid out in the addendum which, for some reason, was written in ye olde simlish rather than just olde simlish. Admittedly, his ye olde simlish was rusty, but he could make out a few words: tapestries, powers, feathers, replacement, lifespan and B’Ollathirnon (some long forgotten god of death or agriculture or some such activity).

No matter, he could send Caleb and William to find a translator and then he’d make a plan to secure the item.

Vlad sat back and for the first time in five months, truly smiled. 

A little perseverance had gone a long way. Vladislaus Straud finally found the key to ending his curse. 


Sitting & Talking Pose Collection by Ratboysims

  • Dolly Llama
    October 28, 2019

    Test time! Is the curse he wants to lift:
    (a) his vampirism
    (b) his conscience
    (c) his daddy issues
    (d) necromancy-related

    • feroshgirl
      October 30, 2019

      LOL Imagine what he could do with a little therapy hahaha

  • theplumbob
    July 3, 2020

    William seems like auite the character. I’m liking him so far (especially the line “I wasn’t talking about life, I was talking about sneaking out of a lover’s room!” made me lol. A smooth charmer with layers of hidden complexity underneath, sign me up).

    It’s interesting to see Vlad vulnerable, and spending time with friends. I never really saw him that way, needing others, but you’re doing a great job humanising him. And of course, it makes sense that somebody his age has a lot of preexisting relationships. I’m a huge fan of the Vampire Chronicles, and one of my favourite things about those vampires was the complexity of their relationships caused by their lengthy lifespans – they have enough lifetimes to go from love to hate and back to love again.

    It’s fun to see how our protagonists are slowly getting down the path towards each other. I wonder how the show ended up in posession of such an important relic. Are they aware of its power? They might be oblivious… though of course, perhaps they know exactly what they’re doing here and are hoping to draw in exactly the kinds of people that they are, for some higher reason. Hmm… (This is pure speculation, I don’t actually want to know! 😊)

    • feroshgirl
      July 4, 2020

      William is my absolute favorite! I love all my characters and I’m not supposed to play favorites, I know, but he just is. I can’t wait until you learn more about him, you’ve definitely picked up on something significant about his character – he is a charmer but that’s just the surface, a very deliberate mask.

      I’m such a paranormal romance/paranormal nerd I definitely got some of inspiration there. I figure long-lived creatures of any type would have messy relationships. On the one hand, they are incredibly strong connections just by virtue of time, on the other hand, they really fragile because of all the ups and downs they suffer. There’s another series I love – Immortals After Dark – that asks some similarly questions about immortality, relationships, and madness.

      I’m so glad he does come off vulnerable and almost human. I don’t like a one-dimensional villain and I certainly don’t think they make for a good love interest 🙂

      I love that you’re asking the question about how the show got The Owl so early in the story. There is an answer, but its a while before the characters even begin to get into it because they are all so focused on their goal, they haven’t really stopped to ask a lot of questions…

      That may come back to bite them…

      Your speculation is very interesting…

      • theplumbob
        July 4, 2020

        Haha I think it’s pretty natural to have favourites, even in your own story – we all do it. Question is, are you the kind that treats their favourites better, or the kind that makes things tougher for them than for anyone else? 😁

      • feroshgirl
        July 5, 2020

        Hmmm, I do like out my characters through the ringer in general. I just have a weak spot William that makes it hard for me to hurt him…

        Hard, but not impossible 😉

  • Yimiki
    January 5, 2021

    I wonder what happened to Miss Hell that she responds to the use of her name like that. It can’t have been good.

    LOL, oh gods, Vlad is going to participate in the baking show too, isn’t he? xD So that’s where the title of the story came from, haha. He’s trying so hard to end his curse that he doesn’t realize he’s gained his humanity through it. Or maybe he does realize, but just doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

    • feroshgirl
      January 5, 2021

      Miss Hell has been through some things, let me tell you!

      Haha, yes Vlad is desperate to undo this curse, but you’re right, he hasn’t even thought much about what he could be losing. What a journey of self-discovery our resident sociopathic mass murderer vampire love interest has ahead of him 😉

  • Ninja Pink Sex
    August 27, 2022

    Let out some tension with a swordfight *snort* oh gooooooodness. I know you didn’t know me yet, but I feel like that section was meant for me regardless. Yeah, that’s all I can think of at this time.

  • sirianasims
    September 26, 2022

    I love William and his smug face already. Also, having a gay man challenge another man to a sword-fight to release tension just makes my dirty mind read this very differently.

    “It was a wonder they hadn’t broken the blades with both of them now going at full strength” *snort*

    That being said, I do love their dynamic. I think William could be would be good for Vlad if he’d let him.

    “drawing his long gray coat around him as if it were some sort of talisman.” Vlad confirmed for autistic. Because 14-year-old me said so, while wearing my black jeans, black turtleneck sweater, and black combat boots in the middle of a July heatwave back in 1999.

    Nicolai Flamellius – did he also make a philosopher’s stone? 😛

    I am giggling like a lunatic at “ye olde simlish rather than just olde simlish”. Must be the lack of sleep.

    B’Ollathirnon (some long forgotten god of death or agriculture or some such activity).
    No! Ben is the God of Death AND resurrection AND agriculture AND fertility AND nectar! Get it together, Vlad!

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