(now this is just what I have so far... I'm still working on it... I just need to know if I'm catching people's interests in reading this....)
Far into the night a lone rider flies across the landscape of bloody masses once commrades in arms. The cloaked rider rides with all that's left of his strength for the whole final outcome of this war rests now only in the speed of his horse. "This message must reach the allies before it's to late, before the sun rises and the enemy regains it's strength in the powerful rays of light.... Please valient beast, Ride On!"
Farther ahead, a few miles or so, a group of creatures set up camp. Dragons, Night-elves, and shape-shifters alike work together to build up the barricades, looking to the east, dreading the poisonous light that would come in just a few precious hours. Among them a beautiful vampire helps to heal the wounded, her name was Skar'ltte, once a temptress, working hard for her next meal, she now is the handmaiden and dearest friend of the Princess.
Soon, with a look of concern for her people, the Princess enters the medical tent, everyone kneels at her entrance. Regretfully, she looks around at the numbers of wounded.
"Skar'... how many are here?" the Princess whispers.
"100... and many more are still on coming... what are we to do now, Princess?" Skar'ltte replies tiresomely.
"Skar'... I've told you do not call me Princess.... but... over 100? I don't know what to do... we were so few before, and now this?... I'm afraid I'm losing hope" exhaustedly confides to her friend.
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