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All Good Things Come to An End.. And Bad Things Have a Beginning
Silence was deeper than it is in a cemetery after the fight with the evil wizards.
Vlad's army of wizards suffered heavy losses. But also a win, which may worth the effort and all sacrifices, because now they had a parent of magic on their side ... that elf Lord, a force that the powerful army of black magic hasn’t had until now.
Elizabeth watched sadly and tearfully Miss Harmony's fiancé crying, holding her breathless body in his arms.
“I'm so sorry ...,” said the girl. At any moment, she expected a miracle to wake up from that nightmare. You know the feeling when you breathe in relief after a bad dream when you’re awake, sweating and terrified.
Still, nothing happened because the girl wasn’t in a dream. Everything was as real as possible ... including the words spoken by Miss Harmony's fiancé:
“YOU HAVE A REASON TO FEEL SORRY! YOU KILLED HER! You didn’t leave to her any chance to defen
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