Presenting The Sword
I walk out of Old man Duke's chamber, gripping the bestowed sword tightly in my hand. I set my sights on Zamira's chamber, eager to fulfill Old man Duke's proposal and deliver the sword to her.
But as I make my way down the corridor, a familiar voice resonates within my mind, breaking through the silence.
[Master, what do you think? Are you going to get back with Zella?]
A mixture of emotions swirls within me as I contemplate the question. Memories of Zella, our shared moments, and the complexities of our relationship flood my mind. Yet, there's a flicker of hope that remains, an undeniable curiosity about our child, a child that defies the boundaries separating our two species.
That's a tough question. Despite the challenges and pain, a part of me longs for reconciliation with Zella. I yearn to witness the extraordinary sight of our child, a being that will defy the laws of nature and mark a new chapter for witches and vampires.