"I will come back to see you next year if I could survive the coming turmoil."
The wrinkles of the old lady seeped deeper.
"So you think we can't avoid scream of darkness."
The faerie shook her head, let go of her hand, she went to the others.
They walked inside the dark and turned to small glowing butterflies and left Phola.
"What turmoil?"
Asked Elizabeth who now was more terrified.
"The faeries are at war, the gates of hell found a way to their lands."
Maria replied and shook her head in pity.
"There is another imp, Natasha!" Said Ryan to the knight that now was beside him.
"I know, the other moon readers said so!"
Eliot was just peering at Natasha, his eyes were glinting.
"Eliot, ask people to get inside their houses. It is here to get feed, craves the blood of humans, not the cattle."
Natasha noted, gazing up to the sky.
