Only the beginning

The smallest group that consisted of the vampires and light faes were gathered together in one place. Everyone was silent as their queen walked slowly across the line up of dead bodies. A few dozens of light faes had already died from the war. Their already small numbers seemed to have dwindled even more.

And many were now also heavily injured, including Samuel and Leon.

After a short ritual, she watched her people bury their dead. They had decided not to bring them back to the surface to be buried. Since they had perished fighting for the land here, they would be buried here to honour their sacrifice. She did not shed a single tear. She could not do it. The tears were not coming as they were supposed to.

Samuel and Leon approached her and stood before her with their heads down.

"Lift your faces." She told them flatly.