The night, was as dark as a piece of coal. The moon's crescent, was of a red; vivid who could only signify, one thing; "Death!"
The castle was in fire, burning every single person, inside. The king and all his subjects, --- were all dead.
The only survivor, was the eldest princess of the Vampire Kingdom: Princess Hermine, Duchess of Flunterberry.
She helped herself escape, by covering her body in a black coat and paying a merchant; who was in the palace, to help her leave. Only then, could she get out of the kingdom's gate through a chariot. She couldn't bear seeing the castle blazing and just kept her greed and anger.
Unfortunately, she thought, she could flee with one — of her family members but, they were all dead. Not even a single royal, survived.
The Werewolves, had taken control of the kingdom and more of their army; was invading in the North. She could only flee, and watch the despair of the peasants — and nobles in her kingdom, through a tiny glimpse on her shirt.
"Hey, Merchant! Leave me in a thorny bush, near the country of Hell. I'll get, to the other country on foot," she said.
"I get that, princess," he replied, with a forced smile.
The chariot, was slowly, — rolling away from the palace and disappearing progressively. As for the disguised princess, who was hiding in her cape; she sadly watched, what was once her home; her country, her heart, her Everything.
All of those, Gone in a splash!
She removed all of the jewelleries, she neatly wore, on her from the palace. — As a princess, she kept them in a piece of cloth, near her long, satin skirt. She did the same, for the other belonging of value she had.
Walking through the shadow of the bush, in a dark and starry night, she suddenly encountered something "strange". Unaware, of the "trespassers" intentions, she quickly hid around a "nearby tree" and readied her "hand - sized" knife.
Through the shadow, she could hear two indistinct "voices", speaking a foreign language. Seeking comfort, through her knife, she swiftly approached the strangers, with light footsteps and tried listening, now through a glimpse of a "bush.
Woosh! A fire torch was blown and the vampire princess, "Hermine of Flunterberry" hid herself, more precautiously than before.
"Hmm... I guess no one followed." A strong, grave masculine voice, said.
"You are right, your majesty." A squeaky voice, like that of a bird, followed.
The vampire princess, with her skin as pale as the moon's brightness, tried to assess the information.
"Are they strangers?" she thought to herself.
Walking slowly behind, she tripped on a branch, which was right before her satin boots. The unaware "guests" suddenly readied their arms, to brave the uninvited listeners.
Drawing his sword, the "human figure" with the grave "masculine" voice, calmly approached, the bush covered with "thorns". Hermine, not wanting to be mistaken as a "spy", jumped out the bush, which surprised the "visitors".
The man following the "masculine figure" came closer, and discovered the paled-skin princess, with her magnificent - long silver hair, and her crimson glowy eyes.
The masculine figure, who turned out to be, "The Rank-7 Werewolf duke", famous for fighting for power with the Werewolf king, was "impressed" to see such behavior, especially from such a "beautiful" young girl.
"Humm... I will take my chance out of this."