Lally's Camp The fairy army of Lally yearned for more bloodshed than the peace itself. The filthy of their wool uniforms were thicker, heavier than the human troop. Some of the feral wolves wore leather protection that flickered with dark magic, some still bloody, and some filtered with saliva and unknown wet substance from their massive snout. The heavier fabrics didn’t slow them down a bit. They charged at the younger Fairy Prenah and the traitor knight Henry, dozens of fairy and feral werewolves fighters against the two of them, moving like lightning. Flames of darkness and hatred erupted in their eyes. That same dark and a golden gleam of fire Prenah had seen in so many feral’s eyes. Just a few hours later, they left their abode's wandered to her sister's Villa

  It wasn't a dark spirit that pulled Anna from behind, a hand gripped tight across her mouth. Had she not been competent for just such an eventuality, it has stunned her senseless. As it was, her heart gave a tremendous leap and she yanked in her captor's grip. David had grabbed her from the left, pinning her moving arm tight against her side, his right hand over her mouth. "Psst! We are being surrounded." "What the hell is wrong with you David, you scared me for a second there. Jesus!... I know," replied Anna. "...I suspected it about halfway up the lake, and whoever has trailed you and Alpha Jerome's men into the mountain, they are coming." David grabs his sword. "We should wake everyone and be careful Anna. I mean it. Take care of yourself. Alright?

 The next day, a storm brewed over the path towards the Fairyland —and they were trotting right to it. Jerome and his man, Leon, Anna, Harry with Lady Maria, travel towards the stormy terrain blindingly. While the Trozan the troll and his clan travel the other way, they were tasked to gather an ally and galloped the other way to the North and would send a message to the rest.  However, Anaa kept clenching her fists, as though she couldn’t wait to shove through the fairies, and avenge David.The hurricane was spreading across the trail towards the Fairyland. The point that it hadn’t yet hit the center gave Anna hope that their group was still holding out. So many creatures they passed were whispering, 'war is coming', somehow those creatures were evacuating for fear that they couldn't withstand the bloodshed. The Fairyland armies, ferals were coming from the west, gatheri

  The next few hours passed as a blip during her never-ending story, then after recounting their many adventures, the final trauma that broke Anna was the passing of David. Harry held her hands while he was retailing everything to Nathaniel. "What? David was dead?" Nathaniel shouted.  "Yes," "I'm sorry, Anna," Nathaniel replied. The heaviness was in his limbs as much as his mind. Things he used to find funny now only caused a deepening of the pain. Nathaniel doesn't like the man, but he helped save Harry and helped Anna so he counts him as a friend too. "Let's not talk about it, please?" She begged. One day, Anna will grieve for him, but first, she would have to accept he was gone - and though she dug his grave herself, there was a

  “How about we leave now?" Harry asserted. Oblivious to the fact that Anna was trying to make him feel better. “We can try again, maybe we won't end up in White Mountain?”Anna knew he was working on distracting her by suggesting to travel back. If he needs time to open up his heart further, then she will give him enough chances to contemplate his feelings. She realized it had hurt him so and she doesn't want him to feel even more obliged to confiding her everything.“That's a good idea, should we sleep here?”“Yes, that will do, let's try here, Nathaniel is the nodders device fixed yet?” Asked Harry.“Not yet dude, maybe a couple of an hour or more, for now, we should seek the conventional way.&r