There was a thick fog laying as a blanket over the battlefield, hiding the hideous sight underneath. Yet if you got close enough, you saw them. The bodies. Few of them whole, and most of them drowned in their own blood.
There was a quiet over it all. But not the peaceful quiet of the night, that filled you with hope and drained you of concern. No, this quiet made you shiver. This quiet was not sleep, but death.Hunched over one of the bodies was a raven-haired girl. Vampire, perhaps, but her ears were rounded. And she was crying. Her body shaking hard with each sob.
She got to her feet, and looked around, tears still framing her reddened eyes. There was a great flash of something that could have been light, but it was black. Darkness flashed over the field of dead, and then retreated into the raven-haired girl. She stood steady. Then she lifted her head, turned her back on the body and as she stepped off the field, she set fire to them all.
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The east tower at dawn
FantasyKate has only ever dreamed of one thing. To experience the magic of Kathrowien, lands of the elves. When the opportunity shows itself she does not think twice about it. Chess is the crown prince of Kathrowien. That means not only keeping his realm...