The battle was fierce; a rumble of thunder flashed in the sky. The vampires were mostly losing, and the witches were carrying out their wicked scheme. However, when Draven and Sebastain joined them with fierce anger, with Sebastain's help of clearing out the poisonous weapon, the vampires began to win, taking the upper hand.
"Impossible," the witch fumed, pacing atop the mountain. "Do something," she barked, staring at the battleground. "The vampires are winning."
"It is the prince," the human priest said, lips twitching, fearing that the Vampires might be too strong, "with the help of his witch friend".
"We must do something," the witch went on, not noticing Selina stepping forward. "I will have to do something," she fumed, then her gaze fell on her daughter.
Selina halted, blinking. She had almost wanted to attack her mother.
"Where is Anna?" her mother asked, staring about.
Selina shook her head.
