~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Thalia manipulates her ability to create a fire by concentrating. She gathers the dried weeds and let them smoke.
Drake searches for the small branches as it grows bigger and brighter. The moon shines too bright but the thick, dark clouds the surroundings dull and gloomy.
"We have to reach my father's kingdom before Lord Voltaire captures us!" He told her, looking at the flickering fire.
"Do you think he will accept me to enter his kingdom? I am a vampire, an enemy, and a threat!"
Thalia raises her voice that makes the birds flies away. She looks away from his gaze, controlling her anger.
But Drake put down the woods into the ground. He stands suddenly and turns his back around her. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, hoping it will shroud the anger in him.
"Where are you going?"
She asks her but Drake remains silent and walks into the woods. She gasps, watches him walking away from her.
