Kaltain

11. A fight to death....

As Ava called out to her Grandmother, Rose suddenly began coughing violently, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. Ava turned around and saw that Rose was choking on a piece of cake she had swallowed. In a moment of panic, Cullen started slapping Rose's back to dislodge the cake.

Florian's piercing gaze was transfixed on the woman standing at the doorway. She tried to gather as much information as possible about her, studying her closely. After a moment, she turned to Ava, with an inquisitive look on her face and asked, "Do you happen to know her?" Her tone was guarded and curious as if she was eager to find out more about the mysterious stranger.

"Yeah, I just said it. She's me gra-"

"Ava," Eleanora's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the strangers, taking heed of their every move. "Who are they?" She studied Florian curiously, trying to discern whether she knew anything about them. Her expression was unreadable, revealing nothing about her thoughts or intentions. She remained on high alert, ready to respond to any potential threat.

"I don't know, they keep following-" Ava's voice faltered as she was abruptly interrupted by a menacing growl emanating from Cullen, a deep and primal sound that caused her eyes to widen in shock. The intensity of his glare directed towards her grandmother, Eleanora, sent a shiver down Ava's spine, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. The tension in the room escalated as Eleanora's gaze swiftly shifted to meet Cullen's, her own eyes reflecting a defiant resolve as she subtly raised her chin, conveying a silent challenge.

The charged atmosphere crackled with unspoken words and Ava felt like she was caught amid a brewing conflict between two formidable personalities. She braced herself for what was to come.

With sudden and unexpected speed, Rose appeared next to Florian in a blur of motion. Her sword gleamed in the light, the blade honed to a sharp and deadly edge. Her sandy brown eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, set in a face that was both beautiful and dangerous. She was a warrior, fierce and skilled, with a presence that commanded respect and fear.

There was nothing simple about the way she moved. Her lithe form was fluid and graceful, every movement precise and controlled. Ava couldn't help but be impressed by her strength and agility, but at the same time, she was intimidated. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, dark strands framing her tan face. Her fingers were around the hilt of her sword, knuckles white with tension. Ava knew that she was not someone to be underestimated.

"Emm?" Florian arched an eyebrow inquisitively. A small, ghostly smile played on her lips as she reached for the bow strapped to her back with a fluid, practiced motion. Her eyes sparkled with a fierce, almost manic energy, betraying a palpable excitement for the upcoming confrontation. With an air of confident determination, she readied herself for battle, her movements smooth and precise, belying a deep expertise in the art of combat.

As Ava intently watched, a knot began to form in her stomach as she noticed the sudden movements of the group. She felt her entire body tense up as if to brace for impact, her eyes fixed on the weapons they were all drawn out. She couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread as she realized that the group was preparing for something ominous. Fear coursed through her veins as she began to piece together the situation, and her mind immediately jumped to her grandmother's safety. It dawned on her that they might be preparing to launch an attack on her. The thought of losing her grandmother filled her heart with a sense of despair, and she clung to the hope that it was just a misunderstanding.

"Yeah, she is a witch, a transforming one at that." Emm declared. Florian's smirk grew wider as if she had been proven right. Suddenly, Ava felt a blinding pressure that seemed to emanate from some unseen force. It was so intense that she struggled to remain standing, feeling as if an invisible weight was pushing her down to her knees. Her knees almost buckled, she had to grab onto the kitchen counter with all her might just to keep from collapsing to the ground. And then it stopped.