Chapter 35: Not a war, he said!

Well, apparently it was very much still a war. I had to face the fact, and the music, as I woke up to scream one bright and snow-covered morning.

The vampires, whom I thought I had enslaved, were here, in my camp. Very much free, very much set on killing everyone on sight.

Still being able to stay active during daytime!

"Sylvan!" I had never heard Aron sound as panicked. I could see something green from the distance. It was a poisonous green. Something that only someone who loved no one could produce.

So, I thought that Solas was over there, fighting the giant black thing, which made me want to curl up and cry.

"Sylvan!" I heard Aron yell once more. I could see him, trying to fight his way to me. I was in my tent, a barrier around me.

It was possibly the final gift Nathaniel was going to give me. A barrier which protected me.