"Sire, their must be at least fifteen of 'em." A general told Arrow.

Arrow sighed. It was only a few months since Darren his fellow prince had died. The war had dragged on but it was winding down. The seemed to have realized they could never win and most had given up. This one group was still fight, killing when ever possible.

They had already sent in several others.

Now it was time to fight. And kill or die trying.

Arrow felt the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust. He heard the war cries of the vamaneze and vampires.

They slaughtered the vamaneze until one lone figure was standing.

Arrow despite his hatred for the warrior's race had to admit that they were one of the best fighters he had ever seen. He quickly approached the vamaneze intent on ending this once and for all.

He moved quickly to approach the warrior. Suddenly she looked up.

Arrow froze. No. No.

It couldn't be her. She died years ago. She was the reason he hated them. But how could she be one of them?

"Melissa?" He whispered.

Melissa grinned and drawled "Why hello Arrow long time no see."

Arrow's wife was back from the dead. And vamaneze.