Third person (POV)

 It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down, straight and silvery, like the punishment of a steel rod.

 It clattered onto the house and onto the rocks and pitted the sea. The thunder made some sounds like grand pianos falling down stairs, then settled to a softer continuous rumble, which was almost drowned by the sound of the rain.

 In a faraway land was a small village in the middle of nowhere, that was surrounded by werewolves. 

 The villagers tried their best to defend their homes and protect the secret that was bestowed onto them.

 There was a magical barrier enclosing the village, protecting them from the attack of the werewolves. This made the werewolves more aggressive as they pushed harder against the magical barrier, suddenly the magical barrier was lifted by an unknown force, this startled them, but they didn't waste any more time as they charged in with their attacks.

 Amongst the werewolves were some of them that didn't transform into their wolf form.The wolves biting and tearing out the flesh of the villagers.

" Kill them all, let no one escape" yelled ferociously by a man with a thick beard and an ugly sword wound running from his eyebrow down to his cheek, his body was wet and his sword drenched and dripping from blood. 

 The loud cries from the people were lost in the stormy rain. The galloping of the horses could be heard clearly as the people were engaged in a fierce battle. 

 The sky cried out more as the slaughter of a village was being carried out.

 In the midst of this chaos was a man sitting on a black horse with his hood on.

 His silhouette was black and regal, his dark brown eyes that seemed to be black stared at the scene in front of him unfold with no emotion, or even with the slightest sympathy, rather there was a devilish smirk on his lips. 

 Beside him was another man wearing a hood. He has long blonde hair with grey eyes. He was sitting on a brown horse.The rain beating down on them, the view of them blurred from its drizzle.

 "Are we really going to let the werewolves kill them all?" The blonde man asked as he gazed at the scene in front of them. " Yes," the masked man answered flatly.

 " Hold the line" a man with short dark blonde hair yelled desperately, he was barely holding on, but he had to hold the line because he knew that his family would be in danger.

 He was already wounded badly, most of his men were lying on the ground lifeless and the few that were still alive were wounded seriously. 

 It was a precarious situation for them, it seems this will be the end of their bloodline, not that long their last defence was broken through . 

 The sky becoming red, ashes were burning in the hot air, and smoke everywhere, the village was burning with fury, that even the stormy rain could not quench its anger. 

 Some of the villagers running around arbitrarily, screaming out in horror, as their bodies were caught in flames.

 But all of their screams were lost from the rubble of the sky.

 " mother don't send me away, I can't live without you " the girl sobbed while holding onto her mother's hands.

 " You have to go now, you have to keep our bloodline alive" her mother said as tears rolled down her cheeks, " this is the only way, I wish there was another way" she said as her voice became less emotional and distant. 

 But the little girl became more frantic and yelled while sobbing " No mother, let me stay with you, let me….." everything became distorted and distant with a whirring sound.

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 In a faraway land, a girl woke up from her dream with her heart thumping , she was breathing heavily as tears rolled down her cheeks, she placed her hand on her chest, clutching her chest, as she was shaking, and drenched in cold sweat. 

 Her heart hurts so much, that it felt so heavy and bitter, she could not stop the tears that was pouring down her face.

 It is the same dream, the very same dream that plagued her every night . The dream that appears blurry every time she wake up from it, she could not remember the face of the people in the dream.

 But why does she feel this hurt over a dream that she could not remember? She wondered.