The cold, starless night lay like a shroud over the Transylvanian village of Banpotoc. A thick fog drifted through the narrow streets and caused the few lanterns to flicker eerily. The creaking of the wooden houses and the howling of the wind created an eerie symphony, interrupted only by the occasional calls of owls. In the midst of this spectacle of darkness and gloom lay the modest hut of Vladimir, a young scholar of the secret sciences.
Vladimir was only 25 years old, but his eyes carried the weight of centuries of knowledge. He was introverted and spent most of his time studying ancient manuscripts and scrolls. His deep interest in history, archaeology and magic had led him to this remote region, where he wanted to get to the bottom of the secrets of the past.
One night, when the wind was shaking the shutters particularly violently and the shadows seemed to dance on the walls, Vladimir heard a strange noise at the door. With a mixture of curiosity and caution, he opened it a crack. In front of him lay a crumpled letter, sealed with an unknown coat of arms. The candle flame trembled as he lifted the envelope and broke the seal.
The letter contained a message in ancient script: ‘Vladimir, you are chosen. Follow the signs and find the scroll that seals your fate.’ Beneath it was the seal of a mysterious count. Intrigued and worried at the same time, Vladimir decided to follow this invitation.
In the days that followed, he followed the cryptic clues in the letter. These led him deep into the Carpathian Mountains, where he came across a ruined castle shrouded in legends and stories. The old stone walls seemed to have absorbed time itself, and a cold shiver ran down his spine as he climbed the moss-covered steps.
Vladimir entered the dark, weathered library of the old castle, which was filled with an eerie silence. The library was a gloomy, deserted place where the dust of centuries lay on every book spine. Dark wooden shelves stretched up to the ceiling, filled with old tomes and yellowed manuscripts. The faint light of a single candle cast ghostly shadows on the walls, and the silence was broken only by the soft rustling of paper. The shelves, crammed with dusty books and parchments, seemed to whisper stories from times long past. The heavy curtains were drawn, with only a few rays of light breaking through the darkness and making the dust particles dance in the air.
Vladimir, equipped with an old map, systematically searched the shelves. He discovered strange symbols and hidden mechanisms that pointed to something hidden. After hours of searching, he came across an old book with a mysterious pattern on the cover. In search of the scroll, Vladimir rummaged through every shelf, every corner of the library. He found clues that led to a hidden mechanism that could open the chamber. Some books contained coded messages that led him from one clue to the next.
Vladimir finally found a secret switch hidden in one of the many frescoes that adorned the library. When he pressed the switch, a hidden door opened, accompanied by a mechanical creak. The entrance to a secret chamber had been found.
Vladimir entered the chamber and found himself facing a table on which lay several stone slabs with carved symbols. A poem carved into the wall seemed to give clues as to how the slabs should be arranged. He carefully put the slabs together until they formed a complete picture.
After he had solved the first riddle, another niche in the wall opened, which contained an old parchment. On it were cryptic verses that represented a kind of spell or password. Vladimir recited the words aloud and another mechanism was activated.
An ancient key fell out of a hidden flap. Vladimir took the key and went to an ornate chest surrounded by a light, magical aura. With deep concentration and using the runes he had studied, he managed to break through the barrier and open the chest.
This revealed a room that had remained untouched for a long time. The musty smell of old books and parchments lingered in the air. His hands trembled slightly with excitement and awe as he carefully picked up the scroll.
Vladimir carefully unrolled the old parchment scroll. The yellow page contained mystical symbols and writings that bore witness to an ancient power.
At the top of the scroll was written: ‘Owner of my property in Transylvania.’ In the centre were numerous magical symbols and runes. The signature of the legendary Count Dracula was emblazoned at the bottom of the scroll.
He recognised the count's name from his earlier studies of mystical powers. According to legend, the long-dead count had been a sinister apparition with long, white, pointed teeth and striking red lips. It is said that Count Dracula had no mirror image and that he sucked the blood of unsuspecting human victims. Dracula was hunted by a man called Van Helsing and was finally killed after a dangerous chase. Vladislav knew the legend so far, but he did not know any further details about the count's life or his legend.
At the bottom of the scroll, the words ‘Vladimir, sign here’ shone in a faint, reddish glow. Vladimir hesitated, but his curiosity and inner temptation were too strong. He put his signature under the document. An eerie glow visually filled the room and he felt a subtle change take place within him, as if an unknown new power was coursing through his veins. From that moment on, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Transylvania is surrounded by the densely forested mountains of the Carpathians like a huge castle created by nature. This region is home to medieval towns and unspoilt villages.
But behind this idyllic facade lies a dark secret that terrifies the locals. For Transylvania is also home to vampires, the sinister creatures of the night that feed on the blood of the living.
What sounds like fantasy and fiction is actually a real place, a region in central Romania. In the Transylvanian forests, there are secrets and magic that seem to be out of this world. Faint lights glow between the trees, eerie, whispering voices can be heard on the wind. Travellers who have ventured too deep into the forest have never been seen again...
The Gothic cemeteries full of eerie crypts and tombs may harbour the remains of undead creatures. The mysterious and magical symbols on the tombstones show the fear of the population and their attempt to block the path of the sinister, cruel beings into our world.
You are supporting a special nature and animal conservation project in Transylvania. We plant native deciduous trees - original tree species such as robinia, oak and maple. We are actively committed to the protection of flora and fauna. The land for our land donations may not be used commercially.
This means that trees, shrubs, grasses, flowers, herbs, mosses and fungi can develop undisturbed. At the same time, the fauna also develops with numerous different species: Insects, reptiles, amphibians as well as small mammals and birds find a safe habitat here.
The property's own spring and the stream on the property round off this habitat. They provide undisturbed access for all the fauna from the surrounding area and the opportunity to obtain fresh, clear spring and mountain water. This is particularly important during the long, hot and dry Transylvanian summers.
Roe deer, deer, foxes, wild boar, badgers, martens, frogs, toads and amphibians, small rodents and reptiles such as lizards and slow worms from the surrounding woodland areas make use of this opportunity and regularly visit the fresh water source.
This project actively contributes to the preservation and expansion of valuable ecosystems.
The land gifts are located on this property.
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