The harsh sounds of spells and clashing swords began to drift into the air. With the one who was meant to ascend the throne after his parents now deceased, there was no vampire left to rule, foretelling an impending chaos to descend upon all living beings.
The witch sat upon a stone, observing the unfolding drama. Her once white hair now turning black from all ends, encircling every path until it reached darkness, her eyes gleaming sharp and intent. Though she may have lost many of her kin in their pursuit of dark magic, she had emerged victorious. The vampire king and his royal entourage were no more.
"Mother," a voice calling her out, drawing her attention away from the battlefield. As she turned, she beheld her two daughters, their hair dancing in the night wind, one's longer than the other, shining under the moonlight.
"Ahhh!" She exclaimed, spreading her arms wide. "We have won! We have triumphed over the vampires. Now, the world shall be ours."
