Don' t look behind

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Krona and her little brother Steven are searching for some herbs in the forest. Their grandmother are teaching them to make some potion for high fever. Steven is slacking off.

"Will you start searching the mandrangora roots?", says Krona nervously.
"I'm not interested. Why we are only ones who must make medicaments for the army?"
"Yes Steven, it's been our job for past four centuries."
"But I want to be warrior, to experience what is it to be in the middle of war, to feel the battlecry."
"Enough. Your destiny is decided by  your birth. You cannot change that."
"Let's go back home, grandma will be mad if we are late for lessons again."

Our house is situated deep in forest. Nearby is the lake which we use for potions because there is a legend that the first white witch drowned in that lake. Her name was Krona, just like mine. My whole childhood was spent by that lake. When I was five I met werewolf. At first sight I was frightened by his claws. Luckily I was in that time good in casting spells so i draw barrier between us. That saved me. Now when I'm thinking about that, he was beautiful. Long white fur, sky blue eyes and their fierce look...

"We are home!", says Steven but Crona is feeling someone elses' presence.
"I think we should turn around and run, Steven. I feel the presence of vampire."
"What?!"screams Steven.
In that moment in front of them appears the tall skinny silhouette with blood red eyes and messy black hair.
That was Anna, the daughter of Marcus the Third, the most powerful and sinful vampire clan in the whole kingdom.
Behind her Krona saw her mother, father and rest of clan murdered. Their necks are pierced with that disgusting teeth. The whole room is covered in blood. Krona and Steven are frightened. Steven starts crying and when he was about to scream Anna pierced his heart with silver dagger. Then she vanished.

Krona starts to heal members, one by one, but with no use. They were dead. Their eyes have no longer shine. Their skin is pale. Krona starts to cry by those corpses. She cannot hear nothing. The time stopped. She began to hear voices. Those people, they were her whole world. Krona is looking her arms. They are covered in blood. She is just repeating the sentences:"They're dead, I'll take revenge, I'll kill them, I'll squish them like bugs, they will pay."

"They will pay."

Hello my dear readers, this is the first book I ever started to write. I'm not English so please forgive me if I make some mistakes in grammar and writing. See you soon☆

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