~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Ants crawl in to the ground, carrying tiny pieces of fruits and dead insects. They look like soldiers who match in chorus, in line, and perfectly walk to the hill.
Yet, one man is sleeping on the ground. Letting the ants use his body as a bridge to the high hill.
Some animals pass by and didn't attempt to bite him. Until he hears a loud noise coming from the place where he left her.
"No! No! I... I need to go back!" He exclaims but it is too late now. The fireplace is gone, ruined by the Lord Vampire. He knows it, and he feels weak upon seeing the trees and an eagle resting on the branch of it.
There is no trace of her anymore. The fragrance of her hair, the sound of her laugh, everything is gone. And he blames himself for being a weak beast.
Drake punches the ground angrily. Without knowing that it urges the beast to show up and control him.
