Chapter Fourteen.
The final battle.

Lightning crackled above the black mountains as the army led its way through the fierce terrain they were met with storm after storm as if the mountain was made from dark stormy clouds. Fierce winds blew over the mountain almost tipping them over the edge but they pressed on.

"There"!said Dyaid over the howling wind”There is the evil witch’s Castle"!

And as she pointed to a jagged point of mountain they saw it as lightning flashed there on top made of pure black marble stone with a scull banner was the castle of the evil witch.

"You must go alone from hear", said Dyaid looking at Slevantus and Thimor.
Whoosh!A volley of arrows flew at them all held up there shields and began pulling out there bows.

"Go "!Shouted Dyaid over the noise and while chose was going on Slevantus and Thimor ran into the mist and disappeared into the castle.

The castle itself was dark cold and gloomy with skeletons in the corner which had haunted faces.The curators were dark and cold with eerie noises coming from all corners.Thiomor shuddered and trotted close to Slevantus who looked about him with a sharp eye suddenly he spun around holding out his sword and saw that he had sliced off the head of a solder dressed in black armor and had shinny white pointed teeth.

Something brought back a memory and he turned away with a shiver.

Thimor swished her tail nervously and he said,"Yes this sword can kill any magic evil creature the elves gave it to me but it is the first of its kind as it is very hard and dangerous to make I will explain how later right now we must go we are running out of time ".

And they continued on up the stairs to the place Slevantus was sure his Aunt was waiting for him .

They killed a few more monsters on the way and soon they were both in front of a large brass door with a wooden knob
.
They looked at each other and locked consensus as one then as they became one they let out a cry of war and burst open the door.

What they saw surprised them so much they froze in the act on the floor was the queen and above her looking as though he was kissing her neck was a young man he looked up and they saw his lips were covered in blood.

Suddenly memories came back to Slevantus he remembered who this man was he was the same one who had brought him his fate then the queen rose her eye shining red as she sneered at them"Now" said the vampire "you have a fair match"!

Slevantus regained himself and smiled "we shall see shall we."

Then in the blink of an eye the two of them lunged at each other’s throats spinning at full speed.

The other vampire made along for Thimor but she kicked him so hard he flew into the wall and made a hole which crumbled on top of him.

Slevantus and the witch turned vampire were having their own struggle she was a new born and strong but reckless and overconfident. She lunged at him with out thinking
He countered her attack and waited for the right moment.

Outside the noise of battle was heard with the clanging of sword and screaming of people.

Thomor watched wearily as the vampire got up from the ruble and made his way toward her if only she could lure him to the fireplace then she would have advantage over him .

But he for some reason sensed her intention and circled around her avoiding the fireplace.

She circled with him watching his every move but he was just like Slevantus in the way he fought in that she had advantage over him she saw his moves and contoured his attacked.

He continued banging into walls and stones crumbled on top of him but he continued getting up he was cut and scratched from his many falls but beyond that he was not seriously harmed.

She on the other hand was unharmed for some reason and was not even scratched but this had to end soon she knew that if one was killed the other would be helpless as a baby. One of them would have to end it.

She circled him and made a move .

He tried to go around her but she blocked his way and he was trapped his back facing the fire place which blazed with bright orange flam!

He looked up with horror as she lifted her hooves and kicked him hard with all her might.

He flew into the fire and dissolved into black ashes!

The place suddenly smelt like death and corpse and suddenly white light shone into the room and she turned and saw the place where Slevantus was.

The witch was crumpled on the ground and squirming and screaming as if in intense pain. Slevantus looked like he had gone through a old fashioned knights obstacle course!

His cloths were torn and bloody his face was bruised and battered he had a black eye and a cut in his shoulder which was still bleeding.

A long silence followed to which Thiomor asked"Why was I not hurt?
"
"The link"Answered Slevantus "In a life or death situation all protection goes to one of us the one who can be hurt worse in our case it is you" ."You took all protection leaving me venerable but I heal faster than you do so it is bound to happen".

She smiled as much as horses can smile and said"Well it is true all your scratches are gone"!

"It will take at least two hours for the larger wounds to heal completely "said Slevantus“Come let us go see how the others are faring".