Years after

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10 years passed.

Krona is now 25 years old. She has beautiful short blonde hair, grey eyes and tiny figure. She always wears long wine red robe with long black coat.

Everyone thinks that she is dead. They are wrong. She begun to study her magic harder. Krona mastered every spell in books that she was reading. Everything for the sake of revenge.

She is now a member of elite clan of witches and mages. She deserved that place because she fought monsters. The most enjoyable fights she fought was with vampires. There was pure hatred for them since the slaughter of her clan. Every year, on 8.august Krona visits grave. She is lighting candles and offers gifts for her lost ones.

"Steven, I am here again. I'll make you   proud, I'll avenge you, and finally take an end to Anna. She is going to die by my hand. I promise you."
Every of these fifteen years Krona is saying this with tears in her eyes.
She starts to talk with graves again:
"Do you remember the spell wich we used to call spirits of our dead ones? That's the only spell that I couldn't master. I can't reach that level of spirituality..."
"That's because your hatred. Your eyes cannot see anything else."
Krona quickly turned around. That was her teacher, lord Amon.
He was tall man with short black hair and brown eyes.
Krona always had some grunge against him, he looked so dark and closed.
But there was something in his brown eyes, that Krona encouraged to continue to be his best disciple.

The training was hard. She was only 16 years when she was sent on the battlefield, not as white whitch, but as black one. Yeah, thats right, she practiced both and excelled in both ones. What a talent.

With just 18 years Krona is member of Norcel, the prestigious organisation of magical beings.

"The Norcel is attacked!", says Sally, the owner of pub wich Krona used to go every Friday.
"No way. The gates are keeped by the army...No one could ever pass those gates."

Norcel is in chaos. Even dragons are sent for fight. The fire is raging, the screams are everywere.
"There is no doubt. It's a vampire. Look those  bite marks on their necks", says lady Ciara, the oldest member.
"Krona, you must hurry to the northern tower. Try to draw barrier and cast a curse upon him."
"Yes , my lady. You aren't going to be disapointed."

She finally came to tower. There was a figure hidden in the shadows. Only red eyes pierced darkness. When it saw her, he jumped off a building and start to move upon the forest. Luckily, there was Amon. He immediately closed the gates. Krona cast  sleeping spell.

"Where am I?", says vamire.
"You think that you can play with us?"
"Do you think we are stupid?"
"You miserable creature!"
"Who are you?"Krona stopped the insulting.
"I..I don't remember.." When he was accidentaly touched his fangs, he screamed.
"A vampire that is afraid of his own fangs? What, you don't remember how you bite our members?"
"No..."
"ENOUGH!", Rose, best friend of Krona, pushed him upon the wall and started burning his white skin.
"Stop! Rose, you have always been short-temered. Stop it please!"
"Why? He deserved it! The one who cannot survive without drinking blood. That is so disgusting!"
"Lady Ciara", says Krona, "Can I make him my servant and slave?"
Everyone was shocked. That was the first time that someone said anything like that.
"But why?"
"I have something in my mind."
"All right, but if he tries to do this again, he is dead, no, BOTH OF YOU!"
"I understand, my lady."

The whole chamber is shocked. For the first time in history that witch slayered vampire.

Hello my dearest readers, the second part is finally here. I had really great time when i was writing. I hope I'll get inspiration for my next chapter. See you soon☆

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