Strange Soilders

(October 04, 1987)

Exactly a month had passed. Astraea, Alon and Arnav have improved significantly but they were not where they wanted to be.

"This is the last day of vampire training." Ophelia informed with a foreign smile on her face. "You will begin witch training tomorrow."

Astraea nodded and got up to look outside the window. Alon was training with his daggers, watching him fight the instructor was like watching a well choreographed dance. It was beautiful.

If Astraea was human shed barely catch his movements. Tools that's what they were. Astraea would constantly remind herself of this.