A storm began to cover the desert, black elves killed in the sand, and Vladh amid a danger unknown to you. A centaur already without skin and muscles, just having his bones to support him.

     Vladh took his whip, and then whipped the centaur: nothing happens, except mere sounds of cracking bones. The centaur raised his weapon - a very old ax - and spun it in the air, it spun so much that it gave an impulse to launch it directly at Vladh. In addition to being hit, he was launched several meters from the centaur. Vol appears in a somewhat distorted, transparent way:

- It seems that help is coming… he, he, he…

     Then, a distorted image with a human silhouette approaches. Vladh notices that a good part of his wounds has already recovered, the silhouette is getting closer and closer; until at last he stopped beside Vladh. He makes an expression by forcing his eyes so that the sun stops inhibiting his vision, in the person it is perceived to have two pointed ears and a round face.

     Vladh is helped to stand up by this person, his vision improves and the person who helped him, holds his wrist tightly and then stammered:

- A-is that a centaur? ... but ...?!

- Please, without despair now, if we run away maybe ...

     The creature caught up with them and then inserted two blows, one hit Vladh squarely by dismantling part of his clothing and spurting blood across the sand; and the other hit the ground. The sandstorm increases and the creature roars. Vladh closed his eyes and then blacked out.

     Now all we have and what Vladh sees is, complete darkness and the sound of a river spring heard by Vladh - even out - this spring has created a sensation that the water has spread in his body. Sounds of laughing children are accumulated, until one stopped and was soon silent. - This sound. - Said the child, they were all in the same state, they all speak the same thing at the same time, they multiply in several voices, their bodies stretch until they are pointed, this makes the complete darkness tear like scissors in a fabric - that's right if "tear" - releasing a beam of light that is just the eyelids moving away from the others, fulfilling the action of opening your eyes.

     Vladh had just woken up.

     He is in a ruin, a poor house that has obviously been abandoned by its residents, and Vladh is accompanied by the person who came into the situation. She is an elf with short white hair, she has a short bow and nine arrows in her bag that has the shape of a cylinder. She approaches Vladh and crouches before him.

- My name is Elama Firahel, and yours?

- Does not matter.

- It will be interesting. You are branded with il-Yannah.

- "Yana" what?

- il-Yannah. The great path of light, I don't need to teach a class about my religion. This mark is on your wrist, it inhibits any of your demon abilities.

- Vampire.

- Demon.

- Vampire ...

- Demon!

     Both look at each other, Elama is annoyed and Vladh doesn't stop looking at the window, which is just a rectangle on the wall. He fears the creature, Elama goes to the door and arms himself with the bow.

- Are you going to fight him? asked Vladh.

- No. - she shoots an arrow on the floor. - I'm doing a forensics, I need preparation.

- Where are we? I wandered through this desert aimlessly. - at this moment, Vladh started to think. - Wait ... I can't say my goal, it can make the situation more complicated.

- Look ... we are in Menechtarun, the country whose is only seen as an empty and dangerous desert.

     A crash is heard, he came meters away, when Elama went to see what happened, she had come face to face with the centaur. He snorted several times, she rolled in front of him and then ran. Vladh was chained and the creature deftly surrounded the house, Vladh noticed Elama's coming, she came to play something. What she threw proved to be a homemade bomb.

     Vladh asked for her help to release and she was unable to enter the house, the centaur blocks the way. Vladh closed his eyes, in a small silence he decided to look at the ceiling, there was Vol upside down. His hair did not follow gravity, only his black cape, which for some reason was attached to his chic awareness. Both face each other.

- You're in trouble.

- Yes… I don't know, you can…

- Give a hand?

     Vladh noticed that Vol's whole body is accompanied by several thorns piercing his: legs, arms and even his head - and nowhere is he bleeding - Vol takes Vladh's shirt collar.

- Look boy, I've been wandering here in your mind for weeks, and I haven't seen anything that impresses me.

- I do not understand? And why the hell do you have thorns piercing you?

- Use your vampire skills, what a fool!

     Vladh didn't understand, but forced himself to look slightly at the window and concentrating on looking directly at Elama, the centaur strikes her several times, until one of the strikes hit her leg - the blow struck between her foot and her leg - that resulted in a weakening of the combat. When Vladh despairs watching Elama get hurt, he realizes that he is in front of her and the creature.

      Vladh with his back to the creature, just turned his head and with his sharp gaze threw his whip at the creature's bone snout, she took Vladh and Elama's whip, gives a warning to step back - taking several steps away from Vladh.