TIARA THORNELLS
When we arrived at the village, it was clear that everyone was busy. The place was alive with movement and purpose. Vampires and they called, mortal knights were working together, helping to repair the damaged homes. I passed by several of them as they shoveled snow off rooftops and cleared it from the roads.
Further down the path, I saw villagers lined up for the meal. Each person patiently waited their turn, and from what I could see, the food being served looked decent and nourishing. On every tray, there was a slice of bread, a generous portion of meat, and a bowl of soup that sent steam curling into the cold winter air.
It had only been a few days since the werewolves had attacked this village, and yet... There was no visible despair.
Instead, there were smiles t
