"Who are you?"
The Count spoke. His voice sent shivers down my spine. We had been travelling for six months on that ship, and when we finally docked, we all knew we're still not ready to take on the Count Dracula.
We spent ten years, training every day. And it all boils down to this day. What will happen? I'm not certain, but it can't be good for me and my army. He outnumbers
mine greatly, and he outranks me in strength.
His big red eyes didn't seem nasty, not yet anyhow, but soon he'll know who I am and why I'm here. I turned around, looking at mama, My ebony hair blowing in the night breeze, she stood far off in the distance. Along with Grant, they've remained human throughout the years. It's their preference.
It will be okay.
I mentally prep myself, I returned my gaze unto Count D
