It Hasn't Happened, Yet.

"Vlad, don't go!" She cried.

"I have to." He said sadly.

He rushed out the door with the armies coming, but what could he do in his darkness? The sacrifice he made to when the evil possessed the land. He looked and saw the dark shadow of the moon run across the land. The armies as turned red with black around. The armies clanked there swords on the ground as the ran towards victory.

"Turkey, is going to collapse, if I can't find the way." He whispered. "All of Romania."

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The beauty of being passed the nineties was that it held no rules, but all of them. Time in theory never stopped, but couldn't be held. Ongoing to out survive them all a test from the Gods before them. He remembered the history lesson in front of him. All that had happened to him. The day had gotten rougher by the moment and it never stopped as the storm started he had ran to the door. He had to stay running along the side. It was different in this life for him. He could make it past the day, but knew the feeling was always odd.

"Hey John." Ashley said.

"It is way to nice out." He replied.

"Did you hear what happened to the last student?" She asked him again.

It had felt like forever since their last day together. They had a to get back to the daily old routine. It would be as normal as can be in their mind. They needed an adventure you could tell by the way she kept wearing her clothes. He was always sad from it khakis everyday with the pockets.

"Hey, look over there?" She hollered in wonder.

"On my way." he said in close remark.

It was getting later in the day. They had found something it was time to skip college and get on with this life. What could they do? It was their humane responsibility to them. It was something that lead them somewhere else it was fog, than a shadow and at last they were lost.

"Hey." He said with a pause as he slide off to the right behind a tree.

"What?" She hollered.

"What you do to us?" He smiled scared.

"Got us here." She smiled. "Now enough, it feels scary out."

"How do we get out?"

"Food!" She hollered. "Let's make camp!"

"I can't believe this happened to us!" He smiled.

"Glad it did." She had said.

Time had passed by in the next day he still felt the army approaching to the left of him or right. When does this begin or end. He could feel the death of him and finishing of his family. The epic end would not stop and there was nothing he could do. A ruler of Wallachia to the best now it all ending. He was down by the river praying to himself and to what would listen as he heard in the darkness nothing, but seen a vision of beauty.

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"We have to be somewhere?"

"Yeah." He said concerned.

She felt the creepy feel to her flesh something prying under her skin. Her heart began to pump while the blood quickened in her veins. She felt to run, but rough at the same time. She was healing from it. The whatever it was. Why did they believe that way and where were they?

"It got dark." He sighed.

"Than here we are." She looked amazed.

Now what in the distance was a soft little village the could find out more. They needed more food , too. It looked more Fourteen hundreds and was more than able to service them. The houses were the cutest she had seen, but with poor architecture.

"The church might be able to help us." He said.

"No, not welfare."

"Not welfare, the church. C'mon, it's God." He cried.

"No, here, let's grab and go!"

They had made it back to a forest, but did not beat the cold of night in there eyes. They had started to feel defeat and wondered what more might come tonight. They would make it through. They could still hear a man praying in the distance. They thought of the garden. How his sweat had ran like blood. This was different. Shadows had overcome the field around while they hid by the bushes in rest. A little winged person flew over her.

"He does not wish to die, but will."

"What, who?" She asked as he slept.

"Follow me." She whispered as she flew.

It was a place to start. Telling her about the darkness and a needed sacrifice for him, a ruler willing to die first. It sounded cowardly, but in their way an honor. Above all an honor. Her cloths had ripped away from her. It had felt mystical on her way to him. She couldn't, but help wonder who he was and what he was like. The sprite filled her heads with lies while her friend lay asleep in a realm of nightmares.

"It hasn't happened, yet." The dark elf whispered to him. "Wake up, NOW!"

"Ah." He hollered out in the night while they kept going. He had to find her. The dark elf pushed him in the right direction. To guide him before the future could be spare and the town saved. It was being burnt while the people screamed in front of the new armies.

He heard a young princes voice holler by order of the dragon. He had almost made it to him. In the end he had, but seconds before the man placed his teeth in her neck. He had leaped.