It was just a cold night. The stras did not take this mans interest anymore and his mind was just as tired as his mind. He had been on watch since the vampires had attacked two days ago and Vergon had took flight immediately to chase them. The vampires were out of control. Every since the war between the fairies and the vampires begun wizards had been trying to make sure that this epical battle did not destroy what the men had created over the last few millennium.
The wind howled as he tried to push the young man over the railing of his post. He grabbed the railing placing almost all of his weight on it, and just shutting his eyes, for a moment, he told himself. The wind calmed and his head bobbed then there was the crunching of a leaf someway from his post.
His eyes shot open. He scanned the land before him, right of him, and left of him. The trees that were soem feet away looked as if they were...watching him. He pulled his sword from its sheath, that was at his waist. It shimmered a golden color. It always did. It was one of the enchantments that had been placed upon it by the sorcerer Qamar.
"Serin!" A voice called from behind. Then there were muffled footsteps behind him, and a young woman stood next to him. "I sense...danger." The young woman said, just barely audible for Serin.
"What kind, Mersha?" Serin asked.
"That kind," Mersha said pointing to the trees.
Serin focused his eyes on where Mersha pointed and saw the red pupils of eyes. Then a glint of white...teeth. Vampire! D****t Vergon, where are you? Vampires are not my specility.
Serin turned and leaped from the post.
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