Damn it, it happened again, Drobi thought as she watched Fletcher wash the blood out of Savannah's hair through her pensive. How dare they!
"Harold!" She screeched, as the man came rushing into the room.
"Yes, your Majesty?" He asked, bowing as he approached the throne.
"HOW ARE YOU SO USELESS?" She declared. "The Sun Dancer prophecy is now complete, save for her becoming a vampire." She said as she paced around the room. "Well? Answer me!"
"Your Majesty, Mrs. Savannah can't be the Sun Dancer for very long without becoming a vampire, not without dying within the next two weeks." Harry replied. Drobi took a deep breath.
"You still have a chance. Go and make her a vampire." Drobi commanded in a low voice. "If you fail me, you will be dead by the morning."
"Yes, your Majesty." Harry replied before scurrying out of the forest.
