Chapter 1 The sister chase

As Mia and her sister Priscilla dashed through the thick and dark woods, Priscilla shouted, "Keep running, don't wait!" Her words echoed in Mia's heart as their footsteps were moving so fast through the forest.

Suddenly, arrows whistled through the air, narrowly missing them. With their vampire speed, they dodged all the arrow effortlessly, but the pursuit intensified as more figures closed in on them and the whistle of the arrow continued, Mia and Priscilla looked only to see it was a silver arrow immediately they increased their pace 

"We can't stop," Priscilla insisted, her voice determined. But she slowed her pace as she noticed the number kept increasing as they kept running. She was ready to confront their pursuers head-on.

"Sisters," Mia called out, as she saw Priscilla had already stopped and was fighting and Mia hesitated for a moment before turning to join her in the battle. Among them assailants, they noticed not just vampires but also werewolves, their presence adding a new level of danger to the confrontation, they knew they were not just out number but were in great danger because the werewolves were very strong but as the true vampires they have to face anything that comes their way they must not run like a cowards.

With full strength, they fought back, using their silver weapons and wood weapons to dispatch their foes. Yet, amidst the chaos, tragedy struck as one of the werewolves sank its teeth into Priscilla's flesh, her cry of pain echoed through the whole woods.

Immediately Mia Rushing to her side cut off the werewolf head, she saw Priscilla's wound refusing to heal, she knew this was not good for them they were in trouble. "Are you okay?" Mia asked, her voice filled with concern.

But Priscilla knew the severity of her injuries. "Mia, you have to keep going," she insisted, her voice strained. "Find Giovanni. He'll guide you to the hybrid."

But Mia couldn't bear the thought of leaving her behind, Priscilla is the only sister she has. "No, Priscilla, we'll face this together," she protested, trying to help her stand.

But she shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "Go. One of us has to survive, so I'll cover your escape. I'll only slow you down like this. I cannot follow you any longer," she said, her eyes reflecting both pain and determination.

After a while of excitations she fled but Priscilla held off the pursuers, a valiant last stand against the encroaching darkness. With a heavy heart, Mia watched from a distance as she was overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of werewolves, her brave sacrifice allowing Mia to flee into the night, haunted by the memory of her selfless courage.

As she continued running, the sense of being pursued grew in her mind. Hours passed until she reached the border of the Southern village. She was happy to reach the village after years of searching but to her disbelief and surprise an impenetrable barrier barred her from entry. A century-old spell, woven to protect the village from the entry of the werewolves and vampires, stood before her.

Desperation washed over her as she peered into the darkness beyond the barrier. With each attempt to breach the barrier, she met with an invisible force, stopping her progress. And then, she noticed some mocking my futile efforts. She looks back only to see three werewolves and five vampires emerge, their laughter a cruel taunt.

"Mia, you have met the end. Surrender the book and yourself," one of the werewolves jeered. "No vampire and werewolf have breached these defenses in a century."

Their words stung, but she refused to give up not even at the point of death. Remembering the Divine flower bestowed upon her by her sister, she knew what she had to do. With trembling hands, she retrieved the flower and directed its power towards the barrier.

As the darkness parted, allowing her passage, a big pain ripped through her body. She felt like she was burning inside, the price of breaking the spell. Ignoring the agony, she pressed forward, determined to proceed and overcome and challenge ahead.

But as she was trying all this, A werewolf, witnessing the use of the flower, alerted the others,

"How come she? She is using the divine flower to break the barrier, we have to stop her now before she gets away," he said as they charged toward Mia.

"send message to lord Dawson that Mia has cross the southern village border " 

One of the intruder said to another 

Crossing the border, she felt both relief and anguish, knowing she had surpassed the barrier but also enduring the physical toll of the divine flower's sacrifice. Yet, as she glanced back, she saw something unexpected. The spell remained broken, and the darkness dispersed, granting passage to the pursuing werewolves and vampires.

But as they were crossing the barrier, two of them paid the ultimate price, their lives claimed by the barrier as it sealed shut once more. Mia Realizing the gravity of what she had done, she immediately pushed onward, the urgency of her quest driving her forward despite the pain that racked her body.

As she was running, her feet pounding the pavement, her heart racing as if it was about to expose. But the road was getting shorter and the hill steeper. Suddenly, she realized I had reached the end of the road. She looked down, and there was nothing but a steep drop. No place to go, no escape. She was trapped on the edge of the hill, with nowhere to run, she looked around no place to hide 

In that moment of vulnerability, a voice sliced through the air. "Mia, enough of this trouble you've caused. Hand over the book or face the consequences of your actions," one of the werewolves demanded looking at her furiously 

Mia's mind became hardened, and anger boiled within her. "No, I will not, do your worst," she declared, her voice trembling but resolute.

The werewolf's response was cold and final. "If that is your choice, then so be it, I will show you," he said, his words heavy with menace. With a silent command, he signaled to another werewolf wielding a gleaming silver sword, poised to strike.

As the werewolf charged toward Mia a wave of resignation washed over her, she knew the odds were stacked against her, and surrender seemed inevitable. With a heavy heart, she used her hand to hold on to the moon book in her bag in surrender, knowing that the end had finally caught up with her.