The sky had once more turned tranquil and dark as clouds gently made their way with the wind. The smell of burnt ash and mud spread out all around the manor though. Luckily the manor remained unscathed under the tedious effort and attempt of the Dartwoods trying to protect their home.
Fiona and Tricia were now busy trying to wake up their children as they worriedly approached their children's sides and they checked their pulses. They had to wake their children up in case they had to retreat and run away.
"Stephen, Selena, wake up! Hurry up and wake up."
"Fenton, get up son." Tricia patted her son's cheeks with a worried expression on her face.
Kyra who was at the back, for one, sure was glad that all the deafening explosions had finally stopped. See, wasn't it so nice when things were just peaceful? Just talk things through instead of going all freaky and life threatening. Dialogue and communication was as that mattered.
