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Chapter 28 - The Visions

The war was always with the humans. The few that had discovered their world wanted them dead and gone.

Yes the vampires and wolves had tons of history together. But they were never comrades. This was a first.

Centuries back, when the supernaturals were at war with the human hunters. Even then, the vampires and wolves weren't comrades.

But this they believed was a new age. They believed they would still challenge each other concerning who was better.

Werewolves or Vampires.

But for the first time, they were comrades and we're fighting side by side.

Thick red liquid run on the battlefield like a stream. It was scary and horrifying. Warriors had lost their arms, some had lost their legs and others had lost an eye.

The war bells started to ring continuously. It acted as a battle cry to ward away those not capable of protecting their selves or their race.

There was only one colour on the battlefield. And it was red, the colour of blood.

Wolves stood still, howling to the moon. They stamped their paws on the bloody ground as they howled to the moon. Also making rhythmic sounds as a battle cry.

The mer King returned with the army Alpha Grey had helped him rebuild in a short time. He no longer found it difficult to build an allegiance.

He had found more than a friend in Grey. They were sworn brothers ready to die for each other no matter the cost.

The Alpha had helped him through his biggest crisis. It was no longer about his numerous business ventures anymore. Now, it was about the new allegiance he had forged.

He and all of his kind had traded their tails for human legs. The war was on land and they wouldn't go down without a fight.

They were now very familiar with the activities of the hybrid Queen and knew just how to crash them.

The pixies had very little to do. They were tiny, weeny creatures that couldn't shoot an arrow, couldn't will a sword nor did they have the abilities the witches had.

But they did do a lot with their tiny hands.  They were a distraction to the dead rising creatures.

The elves as creative as they are, were responsible for the making of war weapons. They were those kind of creatures a lot of people had asked help from.

And they did give help. To the good or bad, the poor or rich, they'd still give help. But this time, they picked a side.

They had helped Briada and she still trampled over them. They didn't require anything after giving their help, but if you tried to downplay them, that is where you had war.

They picked a side and they chose to fight against the hybrid Queen. Because they all saw a chance to win with the Queen Supernatural by their side.

The witches would be unfit to be part of the supernaturals if they stayed out of this one. So yes, the Ancient Mother though old was still strong enough to lead them.

But since they did well with mostly medicines and herbs, they acted as doctors tending to the injured on the battlefield.

They knew the trees better and the trees knew them better. They didn't have to be in the battlefield to know the cause of the wound either.

That was just how great witch doctors were. And the first degree witches made it their point to make the moon stand still, no change in time or day till the war ended.

This was a gift only high ranked witches, high ranked merfolks and the bearer of tide possessed.

The bearer of tide, they only found he who possessed that power days before the war. But the witches were also using their abilities to kill as many of the enemy's army as they possibly could.