Vale shook his head and said “not at first. We were half way thru the war…we were in a stale mate with the enemy one night trying to get vampires to the portals…when suddenly a blast of purple magic hit the battle field. The smoke cleared and there she was, in her that purple cloak she always wore. With silver stars on it. THe book floating by her side. She covered the escape of our troops and even took down the enemy which we learned later weren’t even humans but hired guns for Panic Discord. She told us later she had come from the same battle on the other side but protected the humans from what they thought were fangs but were truly cursed ones under panic discords control. The tide of the war changed…she was given the title of Witch of the Purple Moon that night, and rank of a captain as well.”

Zoey nodded softly and said “and thirsty…that man who grabbed me tried to get me to drink this gross stuff but I wouldn’t. It made him so mad…he slapped me…” she held her cheek. Lord Grant frowned and said “what did it smell like my dear?” 

Zoey looked up and said “gross…and it was thick too…dark red color…”

The laid blinked as they came thru and Zoey looked over “Luke! Are you okay?”