The song of the death of many elves rang out into the moonless night, blood spilling sizzled over the roaring fire that added to the symphony of death. The vast hoard of vampires killing mercilessly without a stray thought not even sparing the children. This fateful chorus would spell the end of the village so much so that not even a blade of grass would regrow in the years passing after this fateful day. The illuminations of the fire as every building was burned all live stock slaughtered was as bright as daylight to where the carnage could be seen without needing the enhancements of an enchanted race. Would you like to hear the story of what came of this fateful night? Well sit down and I shall tell you
 Ethelinda Amarante · Tue Oct 15, 2013 @ 08:05pm · 0 Comments |
