North, Green Forest Pack.
Emily was plunged once more into that horrible nightmare.
It was a barren battlefield, the ground blackened with battle, and the air pungent with smoke. The wind whistled and blew, sending up a cloud of dust.
Klaus and Elijah stood at opposite ends of the field, like two majestic war-gods. Klaus was dressed in black; his face was cold and angular, like an elaborately carved marble statue, and his green eyes were covered with scarlet threads of blood.
Elijah's black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were cold and keen, like a sword that could penetrate to the heart. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a sneer that seemed to express confidence in the contest.
They stared at each other, and the moment their eyes met it was as if a thousand sparks had burst in the air. The atmosphere on the battlefield was tense to the point where it seemed as if even the wind had frozen.