Slamming into a tree, she slumped down the bark, landing in a slight puddle of swamp mud. Looking up, thinking to herself, "How could I let my guard down as her eyes closed, and moments later, she faded into a deep reflection of everything she had been through?
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The vast hall of Dracula's castle echoed with the sounds of clashing swords. Sanguina, much younger and more reckless, stood facing her father. His imposing figure cast a long shadow over her.
"Again!" Dracula commanded, his voice a deep rumble.
Sanguina wiped the sweat from her brow and lunged forward, her blade aiming for Dracula's heart. He effortlessly deflected her strike, his movements a blur. She gritted her teeth, frustration boiling inside her.
"You're too emotional, Sanguina," Dracula said calmly. "You must learn to control your emotions if you are to master your powers."
